You're a braver man than I am. And braver than the only two guys I know in California who ride. True story. When I was in high school, a close friend's older brother finished a summer job after he graduated from a Minnesota college, and moved out to San Diego to live with their oldest brother and look for a job in his field. He road his motorcycle all the time in SD, but avoided LA after older brother, who also rode his bike a lot, warned against it. Finally, after three months of riding in and around San Diego he decided in November that he was ready for LA. Went up for a day on a Friday, to just see the sights and return in the early evening for a party they were invited to. Called at dinner time, while still audibly shaken, to tell older brother that he would be home later than expected because he wanted to wait until the traffic was less nerve-wracking. Older brother: "What time are you thinking you'll head back down here?" Younger brother, only half jokingly: "Christmas morning".