My niece recently moved back to Texas after studying at the University of Hawaii. When she moved to Hawaii she hired a transport company to drive her car to the coast and ship it, but they no longer do the cross-country transport piece. So last week she, her grandmother (my mom), and I flew to LA to pick up her car at the port and drive it home. Who knew I'd be back in the desert a month after my last trip?
We flew into LAX at 7am on Monday to paramedics waiting on the tarmac at the gate (we had a little excitement during the last hour of the flight when a passenger a few rows up had repeated medical emergencies, losing consciousness a couple of times - she ended up ok, but it's scary to wake up from a drowse to see a flight attendant
running past you down the aisle then running back up a minute later with an oxygen tank as an announcement is made over the intercom asking if anyone on board is a doctor or nurse).
After we were cleared to depart the plane, we caught our shuttle to the port at Long Beach, picked up the car from the shipper's lot, stopped for a tank and tire fill-up then a car wash to wash off the ocean salt. After that we made a pit stop at the Walmart across from the car wash for water and snacks, then were on our way. Our route followed a large portion of historic Route 66.
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Photos after the jump.