New York State Of Mind

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I have twice in one week driven down to JFK.  Today I did so with the Most Radiant and Pure Woman Who Ever Graced God's Good Earth.  You start to get the Death Race 2000 feel on the Hutchinson Parkway, but by the time you get to the Whitestone Bridge, you begin to see these towering Lego-type high rise apartments set amongst marshlands and industrial sites.

Then at the Whitestone, you get to see - firsthand - the decay of America's infrastructure.  Then it's on to the Van Wyck, a tricky series of potholes and curves all accompanied by the thrill of playing Dodge That Taxi!  JFK itself is a maze of curves and hidden drop-off spots with more potholes.  And since New York is America's great melting pot, we have an assortment of drivers who have brought their colorful driving habits with them from their homelands.

It's exhausting.

I don't know how New Yorkers do it.

I know I couldn't.