Spending some time in bumper-to-bumper traffic on a fairly regular basis, the thought has passed me qite a few times: New Jersey: The Garden State.... What The Fuck? I’ve been questioning the validity of that statement on a daily basis in response to the obvious lack of gardens I have observed in a hopeless search for the perfect park where I can jog, bike or

The New Jersey driver is an interesting species. In fact, very few have a fucking clue of how to drive on less than straight roads in less than perfect conditions. Although many have become familiar with merging techniques, others still insist on stopping on the on-ramp and waiting for the oh-so-kind people on the Turnpike to yield, then get bent out of shape, hyperventilating at the wheel when some 18-wheeler that is towing a house almost runs them over for failing to speed up.