On the way home from the bonfire, I got lost and somehow ended up on the 280 (yes, the 280, myeh) and had to turn around. I know I'm going to get flak for complaining about the street layout of San Francisco, so I will acknowledge that there are parts of LA where the streets curve and split off and do weird things. And, by the same token, there are parts of San Francisco where you can drive for nearly two miles without running into a three-way stoplight or some other unholy freak of traffic control.