The conditions of the different neighborhoods I passed through were hidden from view. The freeway cut through areas populated by people of varying different racial and financial background, yet it all looked similar from the freeway. At speeds of 65-70 miles, most things seemed a blur. Houses, cars, palm trees, advertisements, and signs came in and out of vision. The high speed strung them together into a continuous stream of objects that meant very little to me as I headed towards my destination.