'Walking in America’ is a series that documents what it’s like to walk in America. You can view Vol. I here.
A happy hour with a friend, as well as San Diego’s beautiful weather, gave me an excuse to walk from downtown to Shakespeare Pub in the Mission Hills neighborhood. That’s roughly the same distance from New York’s Penn Station to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a jaunt through the heart of Manhattan. My trip in San Diego was so amazing I felt compelled to show off my city.
No, silly goose. I didn’t start my walk amid the zombie apocalypse. This is just C Street in the heart of downtown San Diego, “America’s Finest City,” at 4:30 p.m. on a weekday.
A left on red never killed anybody! Amirite?
Here is America’s Finest Five-Lane One-Way Street.
Don’t worry—the blue Tesla didn’t get t-boned after its driver, or its barely-regulated AI-assisted self-driving mode, ran the red light.
Here is America’s Finest Surface Parking Lot.
We often think of drivers as selfish, acting like they’re the only person on the road, but this isn’t true! Look at all the space they provided us pedestrians.
The passenger of this SUV waved apologetically at me, so it’s okay that it blocked my view of the walk signal and my ability to cross the street all together.
Here is America’s Finest Detour.
Safety first!
A view of the world famous San Diego sunset.
Mission accomplished.
And I did split that G.
A devastating essay that captures the wasteland we have created in the name of SUV’s. It’s death by Range Rovers for all of us. We’ll find out soon whether America’s finest city has America’s best sense of humor.
Great work. Come for a walk through my city and the Guinness is on me!