You always knew when you were in Los Angeles because you didn't see any American cars.
Domestic-branded trucks, SUVs, minivans and Crossovers, sure.
And the occasional Ford Mustang.
But that was about it.
They even made jokes about this on TV. Hank "Hey Now!" Kingsley, the 'sidekick' on the brilliant old Larry Sanders Show, once told Larry he had actually fallen in love with a woman who owned an American car.
"I don't know ANYBODY who owns an American car!" he said plaintively.
The only American sedans you ever saw out here had lights on the roof (cop cars or taxis) or limo signs on the door.
At least until recently.
On this trip, I have spotted a few Dodge Chargers, a Ford Focus or two, a Chevy Cruze, even a 'civilian' Ford Crown Victoria.
And a Chrysler Sebring convertible, but that was surely a rental.
Now, a shuttle ride from the airport to Hollywood hardly constitutes a statistically valid sample.
But maybe this is an indication that the domestics are starting to re-make inroads in this most critical of markets.