The recession is over: Greed REDUX!
California was built on a car.
Our first freeways were laid down in the '20s, and since most communities out here were orange groves until after World War II, urban planners articulated designs for almost all Golden State cities around four rubber treads and a gas-charged engine.
By that time, cars had long been affordable and commonplace everywhere in America. But since California's instant metropolises were actually conceived with automotive transportation as a given, our cars aren't just conveniences, or sporty penis-surrogates.
Cars are necessities.
Remember, we gave the world urban sprawl; every facet of our social dynamic is so spread out, across the landscape, we can't even consider walking as a transportation alternative. Our public transit systems are mostly new, balky and barely contrived. We gotta have our rides. Yeah, baby! They're basic necessities. Like water, oxygen and bread. (At least, breadsticks, with tomato bisque and a sassy little chenin blanc from Maison Akira.)
So... when gas prices skyrocket, overnight, we tend to notice.











