DTLA stands for a phrase of my own invention: "Don't turn left, asshole."  The origins of this phrase lay in the large number of traffic accidents I've investigated in which one of the involved people was trying to pull out of a driveway or parking lot and cross one more busy lanes of traffic in order to turn left.  Very often, the person would wait for several minutes for traffic to clear and then become overwhelmed with impatience and pull out approximately three feet in front of an oncoming car.  They always seem so surprised afterward that the accident occurred, and they usually view it with a very resigned, "oh well, nothing I could have done differently," attitude.  For some reason, the idea of turning right, going down the road a short distance, and then turning around in a parking lot never occurred to them.  "This is just one of those 'wrong time, wrong place' accidents" they say as the pieces of their car are being swept out of the roadway.

If I happen to mention to these people that they might have turned right and gone down the road a bit, then turned around, they always respond: "That would take too long." 

But think about this for a minute.  You sit in the driveway for sixty seconds, letting your impatience build and build.  Then you pull out as soon as you see a gap in the traffic, even if that gap is so small you wouldn't even try it if you were playing "Frogger."  You get T-boned by an oncoming car, wait around for five minutes for the cops to arrive, then wait around for another thirty minutes until the tow truck arrives and hooks up what's left of your vehicle.  That's thirty-six minutes, which I guarantee is less time than it would have taken to turn right, go down the road a bit, and turn around.  Hello?  Is there any intelligent life on this planet?