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3. If you’re wondering about this post, my mother and I are driving to Chicago tomorrow. I will not be returning to New Jersey for the forseeable future. (See yesterday’s post for details.)




A big trend nowadays on the Jersey Shore is using your car to proclaim that you’re a local (and not, heaven forbid, a benny) AND what town you’re from (in the manner long practiced by European countries). They make stickers like these for all of the shore towns, but these were the only ones I saw A) on parked cars B) while I had a camera handy.



They’ve decided that the Highlands Bridge needs to be replaced (with… a non-drawbridge. how this is going to work, I don’t know). This unfortunately obstructs the ONLY ROAD out of Sandy Hook. Traffic is like this for several miles, and it was like this for the entire time we were there (from about 6:00-8:00PM on a Saturday–not exactly prime beach time). Construction of the bridge is supposed to continue for 3 years. Three years of this! Egad. You’ll probably only get archive photos of Sandy Hook from me from now on.

(Click here to see a map of where Sandy Hook and Atlantic Highlands are in relation to each other. Leave a comment for me if the link doesn’t work.)


Who doesn’t love a Citroën?

I mean, if I had to drive one, I might be a little out-of-love with it.

But since I don’t, God bless those who DO drive ’em and give us onlookers that pleasure. 🙂

Edit: it was brought to my attention that the above text may be a little esoteric for those who aren’t familiar with the car. To those people, I offer the following information:

2CVs (“deux chevaux [vapeur]”) were produced as an economy car after the second World War as sort of an “umbrella on wheels” for French farmers to haul stuff from Point A to Point B. The seats were hammocks suspended from the roof by wires. The windows didn’t roll down, they folded down. And the engines were “notoriously underpowered.” To quote Wikipedia,

“When asked about the 2CVs performance and acceleration, many owners said it went ‘from 0-60 in one day’. Others jokingly said they ‘had to make an appointment to merge onto an interstate highway system’.”

One of my mother’s old buddies would sometimes drive friends around in his Citroën 2CV; my mom’s stories indicate that she’d prefer never to set foot inside one of these cars again. 😉


Man, Josy. What is with all the car photos? Like seriously.

Yesterday was the Colts Neck business fair and antique car show… so there were, shockingly, some antique cars sitting around. Why this particular one? I’ve always had a thing for woodies (NO JOKES), and apparently my grandmother used to drive one of these old Chryslers.

Normally, I’d blur out the license plate, but I thought it was worth a mention that historic cars in New Jersey can be identified by their “QQ” plates. (I actually call the cars ‘QQs,’ as in, “Hey look, a QQ just drove by!” but I think I’m the only person in the state who does this.)


Today, we celebrate FLASHBACK FRIDAY with a 35mm photo taken in 2002!

The Pequon–a white 1988 Mercury Grand Marquis station wagon with fake wood paneling–was my first car. It was named after Captain Ahab’s “Pequod” ‘cos it handled like a boat, looked like a boat, was roughly boat-sized, and probably floated. Besides which, my parents had always called it “the white whale” or “the Moby Mercury,” so continuing the Moby Dick theme seemed appropriate.

(It’s also the car I took to my senior prom.)

This was taken for my first photography class, and I think it was my first experience in taking candid photos of people… and trying to mollify them after they heard the shutter go SNAP and gave me dirty looks.


Colts Neck. The side of the truck reads “Landy’s Performance,” I think.

Y’know, last week, it was snowing. This week, we’re all going around in our shirtsleeves. I remember a time back when winter was winter and summer was summer and you could actually tell them apart. Stupid global warming.

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