Note to self: if you're going to NJ to register your new vehicle, don't wait until you're in White Plains to check to see if you remembered bring your paperwork with you, so that you don't have to drive all the way back to frelling Rhode Island to get it!
Started bright and early Friday morning. Left for NJ to register the truck at about 7:00. It was a great ride, no traffic at all. Then, at around 9:30, on 287 in White Plains, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have the paperwork to, you know, actually register the frelling truck with me. I had it in my hand as I was getting ready to go, but put it down on the counter when took a last trip to the bathroom, and NEVER PICKED IT UP AGAIN! This despite reminding myself not to forget it as I put it down.
Got off 287 at the first available exit (#4), but discovered there was no on-ramp going the other way. Drove around Westchester county (White Plains, Scarsdale, Valhalla) for a half hour looking for an on-ramp. Finally got pointed in the right direction, and burned serious rubber getting back home, fuming all the while. Pulled into driveway just after noon, grabbed the documents, and headed back out, still fuming. Up until now, I had made great time - no construction delays, accidents, little old ladies, nothing to stop me from driving as aggressively as possible. I figured I'd still have plenty of time to get to the DMV in Morristown before closing.
Nuh uh. Lessee, there was the construction delay in Darien (had to get off 95 onto Rt. 1 for an exit to get around it). Then there was an accident on the other side of 95 in Greenwich that everybody on my side of the road decided to slow down to look at. Huge construction delay on this side of the Tappan Zee Bridge chewed up more time, and then it was bumper to bumper on the other side as well. Then, as if all that wasn't enough, the skies opened up with a huge downpour for about fifteen minutes just as I was getting to NJ.
It was about 3:45 at this point, and I knew there was no way to get to Morristown by 4:30. I had once gone to a DMV office in Bergen County, not far from the Parkway, but it was years ago, and I only remembered approximately where it was. Didn't even remember exactly what town it was in, but I was desperate by this time so I got off the highway and started looking. Drove in the general direction I remembered and kept an eye out for signs. Finally I saw one of those little county road signs that shows the directions of the various town, and saw 'Wyckoff', and remembered that that was the town. Drove there, but couldn't find the little shopping center it was in. Finally found someone walking around in the rain, and asked directions. Turns out I had driven by it a couple of times, but they had built a newer shopping center in front of it. Walked in the door at 4:20. Wonder of wonders, there was no line, and being Friday night, everyone working there was extra helpful, because they all wanted to get the frell out of there for the weekend. The woman at the window even filled out some of the forms for me. Yay! Fifteen minutes later I was out the door with plates in hand, albeit a thousand dollars poorer.
When I'd planned this trip, I had told Alex I'd probably get down to his neck of the woods in the early afternoon, so he was sort of wondering what the hell had happened when I finally called from the payphone near the DMV. Got back onto the Parkway and headed south. More bumper-to-bumper from Bloomfield through East Orange, when it goes to four and then five lanes. From that point, it was smooth sailing down to Old Bridge. Alex, Durrah, and I went out for dinner and beer, and then I dropped them off around 9:30, and headed for home. Easy, fast trip back, got home just before 1 a.m. It was still wicked hot in the house, so I decided to check natter while waiting for the a/c to cool off the back room a bit. Next thing I know, it's 3 a.m., and I'm still up. Turned in, didn't fall asleep until about 4. And since I had to get up at 7 to help Victor and Lea move, that sucked. More on that later...