Jeez; all you sissies really make me laugh! I am a Native Californian; I distinctly remember when I was a wee one, and a fairly large quake hit Santa Barbara; it moved my crib around a lot, and I started crying. My dad came in, and said , 'For Gosh's sakes, Walter, it is just an earthquake!' Since my dad was not frightened, I said, 'OK', and went back to sleep.
I was driving when the Loma Prieta quake hit; I thought there was something wrong with the car, so pulled into a large parking lot, as did the car behind me. Both of us were walking around our perfectly fine cars, when another tremor hit, and we saw the light stands start to sway. I got back into my car and continued on to my friends, where I was going to watch the baseball game that was scheduled. It wasn't until I saw the pics of 'I-440' (which was I-880 before the top part collapsed into the bottom part) that I realized how much damage had been done.
Earthquakes are generally no big deal here. I was out playing frisbee once when one hit; I immediately sent my friend out long, and tossed it too him. He dropped it however, and complained that the ground moving made it difficult to catch (he is NOT a Native Californian).
I do carry a Busse Battle Mistress, several MagLights, and a couple of crowbars, along with several small knives and an emergency kit in my car, however. Just in case some person from Kansas freaks out and does something stupid.
Walt