Honk If You’re Frustrated…


Word on the street is that the streets of New York are dangerous and below ground is worst.

I am here to say that is a gross exaggeration.

Driving in and out of NYC on the highways and byways is the real psychological thriller and emotional threat.

Traveling at 12:30pm yesterday afternoon to my new home on Long Island was not for the faint of heart.

The speed limits in and out are 50…no one drives at that speed. It is either 20mph or 80 with cars swerving in between other cars almost desecrating the front end.

Waze was emphatic that I take the westside highway to the George Washington Bridge and then bear right onto 95N where it turns into 2 lanes bumper to bumper. Throw in an accident with 2 ambulances who were tailgating everyone in order to pass. There was nowhere to go with semis eating up the lanes along with the regular drivers.

Leaving New York City took almost one hour.

Let us not forget that exiting and entering the city is the same price as a Michelin Star meal with congestion pricing, constantly increasing bridge and tunnel prices and gas.

Eggs are a real bargain compared to vehicular surcharges.

Two hours later all I wanted was a massage or chiropractor.

I arrived to a completely turned upside down icebox of a house.

I am here to receive our two cars which have been transported across the country and are days late.

There is a lot to be done at the new homestead such as upstairs heating and AC.

Many find renovating a home transformative. Let’s not sugarcoat, it can be pure hell.

Maybe I’m better at navigating big city traffic, at least the car has a heater.


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