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Not everyone here in New Jersey used to like to hear about my 1.25 mile commute from my first two apartments. So I started telling people I had a 45-minute comute (if I walked slowly and stopped for coffee and read the newspaper).
Now that we've moved out to the country, my commute through the rolling hills of Western New Jersey takes me over the Sourland "Mountain," a curvey wooded hill climb with 4 one-lane bridges, a 19th century General Store where I sometimes get coffee and a newspaper, and a bear crossing. People think all New Jersey is like Hoboken but it's not!
Not everyone understands why I take such narrow windy roads over the mountain when I could take real highways around the mountain. Well, even though my route is the shortest distance (13.15 miles) and the shortest drive time (20-25 minutes), the fact is through most of the wooded hill climb I can stay in 2nd & 3rd gear in my little Miata, hardly needing brakes at all as I slide around the curves and charge up the hills. Lately, I've come to love 3rd gear the best!
In the evening I'm likely to see hot air balloons flying overhead (when it's top-down weather), and my little guy old watches the cows across the street while waiting for Daddy to come home in his "cool cahr." The "Daddy Dance" as I come in the door is by far the best part of my commute.
Now that we've moved out to the country, my commute through the rolling hills of Western New Jersey takes me over the Sourland "Mountain," a curvey wooded hill climb with 4 one-lane bridges, a 19th century General Store where I sometimes get coffee and a newspaper, and a bear crossing. People think all New Jersey is like Hoboken but it's not!
Not everyone understands why I take such narrow windy roads over the mountain when I could take real highways around the mountain. Well, even though my route is the shortest distance (13.15 miles) and the shortest drive time (20-25 minutes), the fact is through most of the wooded hill climb I can stay in 2nd & 3rd gear in my little Miata, hardly needing brakes at all as I slide around the curves and charge up the hills. Lately, I've come to love 3rd gear the best!
In the evening I'm likely to see hot air balloons flying overhead (when it's top-down weather), and my little guy old watches the cows across the street while waiting for Daddy to come home in his "cool cahr." The "Daddy Dance" as I come in the door is by far the best part of my commute.
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