We have two winners! The first comes from Martin Filler in the NY Review of Books (bold added):
Along with [Thom] Mayne, [Frank] Gehry himself took a spiffed-up version of the Ten's tough-guy aesthetic to LA's desolate downtown with his Disney auditorium, but attempts to give the city's notional center something like the round-the-clock vitality of New York's Times Square or London's Leicester Square have failed time and again. The few parts of Los Angeles that sustain a viable pedestrian nightlife--like Westwood Village, with its busy movie theaters and restaurants near the UCLA campus, and Los Feliz, a hipsterish enclave closer to downtown--still present a problem, for most visitors need to drive there in order to walk around.
Next up is Meghan O'Rourke on the New Yorker website:
A parlor game played by pretty much any New Yorker temporarily living in Los Angeles: a running tally of "How They're Different." After spending four months in the land of kale chips, sunshine, and helicopters, my list is almost entirely consumed by thoughts about driving. No. 1 (subjective, of course): Angelenos are terrible drivers compared to New Yorkers. They're far too patient, calm, and forgiving--which is baffling to the East Coaster who finds herself sitting in the car many more hours of the week than in Manhattan. After all, shouldn't these extra hours in the car just make everyone tenser, more impatient--more likely to gun through the yellow light, honk indiscriminately? No, here in L.A., drivers peacefully wait for you to look up (from your smart phone, most likely) and notice the left-hand signal is green. Once you do, you can take your time, inching forward like a glowworm.
Congratulations you two! Guess we can always count on a couple of clueless New Yorkers to make our day. But seriously, where do they come up with this stuff?