18/01/2024
30 years ago today was the Northridge Earthquake in Southern California. I rode right into the middle of it 30 years ago today.
Excerpted from my story: 6000 Mile in 8 Days:
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As I reached downtown Los Angeles and headed north on Interstate 5, the main freeway that connects Southern California with Northern California, the traffic started getting thinner and even more sparse till there were almost no other cars on the road. There I was just humming along on the bike on a 5-lane freeway on a Monday afternoon all by myself in the middle of Los Angeles. Is something wrong with this picture? Then up ahead, I noticed there were orange cones shunting people off the freeway.
I took it all in stride, hey, this is Los Angeles, where they have fires, riots, unrest, all sorts of weird things go on here. I thought nothing of it nor did I think to ask anyone why. All I wanted to do was get out of Southern California and get home. I had been on the bike for a week riding non-stop stopping only to sleep.
There was another CHP by the nearby on-ramp parked. The CHP officer stood near the vehicle as if waiting for something to happen. It still didn't sink in to strike me as odd. I just figured it was normal. As I exited off the freeway, there were people milling around and not doing anything. People sitting on cars or standing there in groups talking. Everyone seemed to be outside in the middle of the street on a Monday. I thought to get fuel while I was there but the gas stations were all closed in the middle of the day on a Monday.
There was an odd sensation that something wasn’t right, but this is probably normal for around here, only in Los Angeles I thought. Rather than figure out what was going on, I got back on the freeway and simply headed back south the opposite direction. I ended up getting very lost and real confused. My unfamiliarity with Los Angeles worked against me and my United States road atlas on the tank proved difficult to read compared against the labyrinth of options. There were signs for everything and I wasn't sure what freeway went where. I missed the turnoff for 101 somehow and so I took the 10 instead going east. I rode awhile then the same thing happened. A big roadblock and all the cars in a long line being sent to the street. I was at a loss; how do I get out of this city?
This time I pulled the motorcycle to a stop beside the long line of cars being shunted onto the city streets. I spotted a motorcycle cop standing in the middle of the freeway, just standing there all by himself. I hopped off the bike, peeled my helmet off, and strode over to him carrying the helmet. He saw me and met me halfway.
"How do I get out of Los Angeles, all the freeways are closed," I said in a rather causal way.
"Where've you been?" he replied flatly, somewhat annoyed, as though I didn't belong.
He looked a bit unkempt, disheveled and I thought that a bit odd. It was also an odd answer.
"Well, I went through Phoenix early this morning," I said, "and before that came through New Mexico and Texas the day before. I left out the part where I rode 36 hours non-stop across three states except for a quick nap under an overpass in Texas.
"Los Angeles got hit by an earthquake a couple hours ago. We know of over 30 people dead and there are a lot of fires and rescue personnel everywhere. The epicenter is just a couple of miles over there in Northridge" He motioned to the west.
"The freeway up ahead has collapsed and an elevated section of Interstate 5 up on the north side of the city also collapsed," He spoke while looking at his motorcycle. He half spoke to it and me at the same time. "A motor officer was riding to work this morning on his motorcycle when the freeway gave way and he was killed." He paused for a moment and the words hung in the air. "
You can take 101 north; it's the only thing open right now." And with that, he turned mid-sentence and began walking to his motorcycle as if I were no longer interesting.
It suddenly occurred to me.
"What time?" I called to him before he was out of ear shot, "When was it?"
"About 4:30AM." He replied not looking at me and continued walking back to the middle of the deserted 4 lane elevated freeway looking alone and out of place. There his white and black motorcycle sat with all of its emergency lights flashing. There was no sound of busy freeway, the city made no sound, there was no motion anywhere. With the helmet off, I finally noticed.
I was perplexed for a moment and just stood there in the middle of freeway because it finally all came together. I was supposed to be here 4:30am this morning, or could have been if I hadn't stayed outside of Phoenix for the night only hours earlier. After all the things that have happened over the last 6000 miles, I was amazed to have missed a major earthquake by mere hours. It started to all make sense now and I slowly realized the entire city of Los Angeles was at a standstill. I was standing on an elevated freeway in the heart of Los Angeles moments after one the of largest earthquakes in decades to hit the city. I'd ridden right into the middle of a major disaster.
6000 Miles in 8 Days
A Motorcycle Ride across America
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