How Do You Get Around...
I drive a Buick Century. The median age of a Buick owner is 65. I'm doing my best to drive down the median (age).
She almost belongs to me. Although back in March I tried getting the title transferred from a Michigan one to a New Jersey one and I've never seen it again. I'll worry about that when I pay it off next year six months early! (Hooray for paying $20 extra a month--well except during Sucky September!)
Anyway, that's how I get around. But what is more interesting is "around."
Here's the thing about New Jersey: Unless you're willing to shell out $5 a day (ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration) to drive the GSP or Turnpike (depending on where you're at) there are no straight shots to anywhere.
Back in Lansing I could get on I-96, I-69, or I-496. In San Antonio, I could hop on one of the various loops around town. Hell, even in Ft. Collins we'd hop on I-25 to go anywhere. There ARE no real interstates in New Jersey. Unless you count the Turnpike which is technically I-95.
The traffic on the GSP and Turnpike sucks just as hard as all the non-straight shot roads, so why the hell would I pay the damn state to drive on them???
As a result, I think I must have the most amount of cities that I drive through to and from work.
We'll start off when I leave work at 5:00 p.m. from Livingston.
Then I have to drive through Roseland.
Then I mosey through West Orange, home of the $300 sack of wet grass clippings in the road that ruin your brakes and Thomas Edison at one point in his life.
Then I clip Verona, just a tad.
After that, it's through Montclair I go.
Again, I just snip through a small portion of Glen Ridge--home of some of New Jersey's Whitest People living in their million dollar homes.
Finally I hit my town of Bloomfield.
I'm including this one because it shows Holsten's Ice Cream Parlor where they filmed one of the last episodes of The Sopranos. It's like the veeeerrrry last storefront down the street.
Oh but wait--I can't go home! I still have to go pick up Chunky!
So it's over the Garden State Parkway.
Down Route 3 which will take you directly into Manhattan. If you look closely, you can see the skyscrapers in the distance.
Then it's into Clifton to pickup Chunky.
Instead of going home via Route 3 the opposite direction, we go home the back way and cut through Nutley.
And then we're home at 6:00 p.m.!!!
That's what, eight damn cities I have to drive through TWICE a day? Gah. New Jersey knows how to suck the fun out of driving.
Cheer up Chunky! We're finally home!!!