Mesa, AZ
I saw a guy so fat he had to sit sideways in the passenger seat to avoid interfering with the steering.
I was driving at the time. Had to struggle to keep from running off the road. There ain’t much else to do besides driving in Phoenix. This place exists on an astoundingly huge scale. It’s a 90 minute round trip just to go to the corner store. It take so long to drive from work to your neighborhood pub that Happy Hour doesn’t even start until midnight. Hell, this place is so big it has suburbs on the other side of mountain ranges. Christ, the weather changes from neighborhood to neighborhood.
Not exactly my kind of place. I sure am glad I discovered a quiet, lonely place here in the eastern suburbs. And I am downright terrified of spending time in Southern California.