Finally we were on our way to Manhattan hotel, a ten mile journey. It was our first experience with New York traffic. All I can say is it makes Toronto traffic look tame! Everyone drives as if they're on their way to a fire. They run red lights, they lean on the horn, they tailgate, they threaten to run down whole packs of pedestrians and they brake at the very last moment. As the driver tried to navigate the streets of Queens, one of the passengers started to berate him: "I told you not to take the Queensboro Bridge. We'd be stuck in traffic for an hour. But you didn't listen! I told you...I told you... I told you!"
Stopping at an intersection, we felt a huge JOLT. Everyone's neck was jerked back. What was that? A yellow taxi cab had rear-ended us. At this point, I expected someone to pop out of nowhere and yell: "You're on candid camera!" But no, it was for real. The driver popped his head in the van and asked if everyone was okay. Did we want to press charges? No thank you. Our driver took the wheel again and the irate tourist took up his tirade. But this time the driver had had enough. He let him have it! No one was going to tell him how to navigate in New York. In the meantime Rob rubbed his neck wondering if he had a case of whiplash ($40 worth). After what seemed like an eternity, we reached 8th Avenue. The driver put the van in park and got out our suitcases. Rob tipped him, feeling sorry for the abuse he endured at the hands of the irate tourist. With our lives intact, we said goodbye to the driver and entered the Amsterdam Court Hotel. Welcome to New York City!
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