When the end is really the beginning, or how a guy from Canarasie ends up in New Mexico

Well I finally did it, my last Jump over the George Washington Bridge, my last crawl over the Cross Bronx, my last trek over the Throgs Neck Bridge, my last criss cross down the Cross Island Parkway and my last dash to avoid death on the Long Island Expressway.

It's done, no more tokens, no more lines, no more E-Z pass and most importantly, I was able to sell that gasoline tanker parked in my back yard.

17 years is a long time to drive 100 miles a day.