One of the things I hated about working in Los Angeles right out of college was trying to explain to people where Santa Clarita was at.
I hated it because even if they knew where the SCV was (most don’t, insert default Magic Mountain reference here), they made a big deal about how far away it was. Here was a typical conversation:
Coworker: So where do you live Jeff?
Jeff: Newhall
Coworker: *Blank stare*
Jeff: You know, Santa Clarita Valley. Where Magic Mountain is at.
Coworker: *struggling to understand* Oh wow! You live way out there, like so so far away. Isn’t that near Bakersfield?
Jeff: Umm, no, not quite. Actually it’s only 26 miles as the crow flies. Two stops on the Metro. Or 30 minutes on the 5. It’s not like we’re way out there in the high desert with the Antelopes and the Pearlblossoms. We’re just north of the San Fernando Valley!
Of course my efforts to redraw Angeleno’s mental maps has been largely futile. Mistaken perceptions of where the SCV lies within the LA Megalopolis still persist now, 10 years later. Check out this broadcast segment on KTLA yesterday where the anchors felt the need to gesticulate wildly in an effort to show how far away the SCV was from Los Angeles:
Notice the elitist conceit that runs throughout the story. It goes something like this: “There’s an Italian/German motorcar company…in Santa Clarita?!? Way out there??!? What would those country bumpkins have to do with Ferraris?”
So the battle continues. What have you done to stand up for the SCV in the minds of Angelenos?
On a side note, I am kind of a surprised there is a shop here that services Ferraris and Maseratis.
On another side note, no Daily Brief. I’m in a holiday weekend mood.
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