As long as I’m virtually touring L.A., I might as well hit all the clichés. Also, I love funicular railroads and ride them whenever I get the chance. The best thing about funiculars is how thoroughly they blur the distinction between railroads and their bastard offspring, roller coasters.
How do you run a railroad up the side of a hill? The Angels Flight shows how.
The proverbial mountain goats, with legs on one side shorter than the other.