Somewhere around the middle of the day, there was a little gap when it wasn't raining, and the radar online made it seem as though it would stay like that for a bit, so we headed down to the Los Angeles River - not far; it's maybe half a mile away at most - to see what it was like. Wild, would be the best description - grey-brown water hurtling along, and completely covering the islands mid-stream. You couldn't really have cars racing down the concrete banks here as they do in Grease ... We skedaddled when three big black SUVs with tinted windows pulled up and some very Sopranos-type guys got out, looking as though they were wondering if anyone would notice them leaving a body or two off there, and just made it home in time for a huge thunder-clap, and the heavens opening again.
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