Yeah, without permission. That’s the California way. I left there in 1968. Funny thing. I worked for a bank in Seattle in 1984. A bigger bank in California bought us so we all found new jobs and left Washington. In January of 1985, I got an income tax bill from California for my Washington wages. I sent them back a note that said I never worked in your state and don’t owe you a dime. When I left Seattle I went through LA and got a ticket for 80 in a 55. I told the CHiP I thought the speed limit was 65. He said even if it was, I’d still be getting a ticket. I took a left in LA and didn’t stop until I was out of California. They weren’t getting another penny from me. Ended up driving 1500 miles that day.
I was raised in Florida and Texas then came to California in 1975 to attend UCSD. I planted roots and am here still today. I am now retired so I plan to soon be living on my rural lakefront property in Northern Idaho. California was once a great place to live -- but that time was long ago.