Summer Time and the Weeds in the Median are Getting too Tall to See Over

It all starts with Spring. All of the wealthy hedge fund managers, financial planners, and CEOs are almost as aware of the changes in the weather as nature is. By mid-May, the beautiful cars that have been kept under lock and key in a heated garage, those automobiles too precious for the harshness of winter and the unforgiving nature of ice, start to appear on the roads - dotting themselves along the highway much the same way as cherry blossoms along a tree branch.  Spring is a magical time for the highways and byways of New York. Those fragile parts of a well-off ego, that atrophy when not displaying its internal combustion prowess, begin to flex and stretch as the "My supercar is better than your supercar" ritualistic dance of Spring begins.

It is a New York car enthusiast's favorite time of year!  But then, by the time Spring as turned to Summer, three things begin to go terribly wrong. 

First, the yearly novelty of driving that $200,000 behemoth begins to wear off, so fewer and fewer men in suits decide to take them out for a spin. 

Second, it gets a little too hot for the convertible supercars. And we all know how much less attractive a pale, balding man of 55 looks when he is sweating to boot. 

Third, and most important, the weeds, wildflowers, and cattails get to damn high and too damn dense to see over, making it nearly impossible to get a peripheral look at cars traveling in the opposite direction. 

If any New York Department of Transportation employees are reading, break out the mowers!!

Eyes open (in spite of the weeds), 

Claire