We posted up in a central location between New York City and Philadelphia so that the drive to either city was manageable. With limited to no camping around these large metropolitan areas we relied on a hotel. On occasion I do like to have a roof over my head, but of course I’d always prefer to be outside. Also one of the negatives that accompanies staying indoors is that it seems like I get nothing done when we stay in a hotel. The mesmerizing allure of the technicolor box on the wall always draws me in. I truly believe that television is the worst invention in human history. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good TV veg out session every now and then as much as the next guy, but I always feel guilty afterwards. There are not enough hours in the day as is without wasting them idly staring at the wall. I would much prefer to spend my time being productive. So when the Back to the Future trilogy came on Wednesday night I knew that my night was ruined! But at the same time I couldn’t have been more excited.
Driving into Manhattan, I don’t know what shocked me more, the sheer number and mass of people that live on top of each other in this sprawling city or the number of tolls and specifically the cost of the tolls it took us to get from New Jersey to Manhattan. Once on the island we attempted to navigate the busy streets, weaving through kamikaze pedestrians and aggressive drivers with their blaring horns. One minute from the Holland tunnel, where we first entered Manhattan, we were immediately rear-ended by a black Suburban. I have had my drivers license for close to 16 years without being involved in even the smallest fender bender or crash. Two blocks into Manhattan…crunch! I got out of the car in bumper to bumper traffic to assess the situation. The fast talking guy in the Suburban didn’t get out of his car but instead through his open window explained that it was just a love tap and blamed it on the car behind him. Standing in the middle of the road I hugged my own car as to not become a victim of the passing cars in the opposite direction. Thankfully it turned out to be true that it was just a love tap. I failed to see even the slightest scratch or bump on either one of our cars.