My partner, Mr. Outgoing, has been in LA on a press junket with gay journalists to test drive GM cars, including the new hydrogen-powered Equinox. Because you know how into cars we gay people are.
Anyway, I got caught in rush-hour gridlock when I went to pick him up at the airport, which forced me to create a new route using surface streets.
I know it doesn't sound like much, but it made me feel very intrepid.