hang a left

“And immersion is the No. 1 feeling I get from Disneyland. You walk on Main Street, U.S.A., and you’re transported. You hang a left, and you go in Adventureland and all of a sudden you’re in a jungle. It impressed upon me the power of immersion.”

“Hang a left into that little hallway,” I say.

Hang a left onto the main road, walk up a block and turn right, and the old house is the fifth lot up on the right.

Hang a left at Templeton and stop when you hit Cambria, population 6,000 or so.

On the dock, he gave a few general instructions — hang a left at the big brick building, “go down for, like, a couple miles; should I say when our next turn is? Sixty-first, we make a right” — and then we peeled off.