I have a soft spot for Los Angeles freeways. I was born in L.A. and took a fast liking to the freeways. My mom would drive me around on them when I was little. I loved the bridges, the lanes, the stripes, the flow, the curves, the orderly ballet of vehicular Russian roulette. We moved out of town when I was three, but whenever we drove back into L.A. we of course would take freeways all the way down, across town, coming from the 15 and usually ending up in Santa Monica via the 10. (In Los Angeles, we don't use the word "Interstate"; we just call them by their numbers.) I loved it.
There's an interchange which is my absolute favorite. It is a marvel of civil engineering and turns out to have its own
Wikipedia entry. If you're heading west on the 10 from the San Bernardino stretch to the Santa Monica stretch, you have to get onto the 5 briefly. The ramps for it are incredible. You're in this cozy, hilly little place west of the 710, then you swoop out into the open, flanking the 5, and suddenly you're way above the ground and crossing the Los Angeles River. The westbound trip is the best, from an aesthetic point of view, but to do it the most justice I think I would describe it in terms of going the other direction, eastbound: Going that way is like crossing into the Fangorn Forest. The satellite images don't do it justice; you have to drive it.
For me, the bane of driving in Los Angeles is not the freeways, because, even though the people there are homicidal misanthropes, it's something I've had plenty of time to get accustomed to. No...the bane for me is merging. Whether on surface streets or on the freeway, I hate changing lanes--especially when I've got to do it in dense, fast-moving traffic in a short distance. Driving in L.A. is about one million times nicer when I can just pick a lane and stay there.
Here in Seattle, we have
one major freeway, one major bypass loop, two connector highways between them, and a handful of minor freeways that run for short distances. More than anything else, that's why Seattle feels so small to me.
I hear the real fun driving is in the Northeast...