After driving in the studentless calm of Chapel Hill, hitting the road in fair Larchmont was eye-opening. No back up, mind you, just lots of cars and trucks everywhere, making a routine task like proceeding a quarter mile along the Boston Post Road fraught with much cogitation and concentration: which lane should I be in to avoid being slowed down by that truck? What is that moron doing?
Everywhere, the would-be heroes of 9/11 lollygag and obstruct. In Mamaroneck, two fat cops sit with their motorbikes jutting out into the street palavering with some other fat guy at a busy intersection. Road workers (this being the peak season for road repair) dicked around with their SLOW sign. Some construction workers double parked at the deli while picking up Snapple and bacon egg and cheeses. You see this shit all the time. Dudes revel in their ability to slow traffic.
The ride back to Princeton came off painlessly, save for the lack of a Starbucks at the Vince. It ain't right.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Larchmont -- Stamford -- Princeton
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Just make your own way thru traffic with your enhanced self, I hear you could dent a Buick. The obstreperous workers should part like the Red sea before Moses when they see your staff.
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