I was driving to the airport 2 wednesdays ago to catch a flight to Vegas at noon.
I was already late. But no traffic crosstown in Manhattan, over the 59th Street bridge or on the LIE.
I got to the Van Wyck, it was a dead stop.
So I got off, made a quick u-turn, and got on the Grand Central to the Cross Island to the Belt, going 100 MPH the whole way.
I made the flight with 10 minutes to spare.
Gentleman, I beat the Van Wyck.