Stephen Hendrickson is a bold man, or an accomplished NYC driver, or both, to grab photographs in such gnarly traffic on the Triboro. But I speak as a Mainer, always awed by the hectic intricacies of NYC in motion. Though traffic there does seem less vituperative than Boston's.
If you want to read about the Triboro, and you should, because therein lies a tale, the place to start-- and end--is Robert Caro's The Power Broker, his epic biography of Robert Moses, who built the Triboro along with much of the infrastructure of mid century New York, city and state, and simultaneously dealt the region a sequence of grievous blows from which it is still struggling to recover. I suggest the first car is a late-40's Buick. The other car looks 1940-46, but what genre I couldn't say. Is there hope for these babes or, after surviving so long, are they headed for the crusher? But crushers usually get stacked in a load, not rolled aboard and strapped down so neatly, right? These are trailer queens.
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