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 rollerblade. This inconvenience has forced me to drive all the way to Rockland County... because, at the very least they have a lake. Perhaps all the gardens are in some far part of Jersey I have never visited and maybe, just maybe, I should randomly drive around until I find some...

I’ve found plenty of places to play baseball though.

In the meantime... until said gardens are located, I suggest changing the name to:
“not only do we have the absolutely worst drivers in the country, but our roads will make you want to slit your wrists state”.