Breaking BottleNeck

A Saturday morning of the peak of Fall. The Hudson Valleys colors shining in its brilliance. Jump in my car. So excited. So needing to see the beauty nature can give.

Get on the Cross Island parkway. Take the Whitestone bridge. The freaking Crossbronx Expressway a parking lot as always. But it’s all cool. Listening to my tunes. Cause I know the reward, the prize, is on the other side. Just have to make it through the city. Through the ride of hell. The smell of diesel from the tractor trailers inching along next to me. The wanna be sport cars trying to make money moves with no place to go. The JackASS on the phone. Stupid. The Uber driver. A foreigner with not a clue how to drive in NYC. Merging and trying to surge forward. Not moving. Nobody is. Starting to flip. About to lose my mind. Feeling trapped. Not going anywhere. How the hell can it be 57 minutes as per GPS to drive less than 9 miles. Please please help me. Yippee Yappy Yawhooy . Waze set me free. I’ve been shown a path to make the narrow escape from the bottleneck, congestion, traffic snarl, log jam, The road of freedom. FREEDOM.