“Oh! Sure. Twice, just last week,” answered Porter Ranch resident Jim Baker to the question about whether the smell of methane gas was reaching his home. “Smells like, well… it’s an oily smell,” continued Jim. “No. You can’t always smell it. It’s when the wind is slack, that’s when it comes down on the houses.”
Indeed. Residents across the affluent north Los Angeles, CA suburb of Porter Ranch report the same smell. Not good: methane gas is poison. On day one of an on-scene look at the world’s largest natural gas leak, which every day spews uncontrolled at extremely high pressure the equivalent greenhouse gas pollution of 4.5 million cars, another distinct smell is becoming obvious: political corruption.