I’m not a huge fan of New York’s interstate system.
Three billion wasted signs.
Read on to find out how New York punishes those who text and drive and what it’s like to travel in modern America without a smartphone.
Weeks before Niagra Falls was even a twinkle in my eye, I listened to my favorite Vermont extrovert 1not a native, obviously. New England culture produces very few extroverts worry aloud about her mother’s impending visit. Dear Mama wanted to see Niagra Falls. A big problem. Why? It would require 12 total hours together in very close quarters.
My first thought? “What? Niagra Falls is only six hours from here? Well that’s settled. Clearly I can’t leave Vermont without driving to see a global icon.”
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Who Knew? New York Road Observations:
Here’s what I discovered as I made my way to the falls and back sans smartphone:
- Driver Reputation Undeserved — the folks surrounding me on the upstate New York interstates were nothing like Big Apple drivers. As in Bangkok, whenever traffic merged to one lane, people slid over and waited their turn. None of this California/NYC road-rage.
- State Doesn’t Trust Drivers — As in Australia, the state declares drivers unable to handle auto-shut-off gas pumps. You have to stand there and physically squeeze the handle the entire time you’re filling your tank. 2Pro tip (although you need to be super pro to use it!) — shove your gas cap in the handle gap to be hands-free while the tank fills. Downside: this jerry-rigging doesn’t come with auto-shutoff when the tank is full. You need to be on-hand when the last gallon starts.
- Crazy Freeway Toll System — for a woman who hails from a state without tolls and isn’t being warned by a smartphone, confusion prevailed at first. I didn’t even know I was entering a toll zone until I was at the ticket window trying to proffer cash: my worldwide experience consists of pay points at the beginning of use, while New York hands out tickets and asks you to pay upon exiting.
- Crazy Freeway Exit Numbering — Outside of seven silly north-eastern states, U.S. exit numbers are quite useful. Exit 275 is 275 miles from the southern or western edge of the state 3depending on the freeway orientation. It is ten miles from Exit 285 — a fact one can independently ascertain with quick math. In New York 4and Vermont! And New Hampshire! And Massachusetts! And Connecticut, Delaware, and Rhode Island!, exits are numbered based on the order in which they occur. Exit 11 could be 25 miles from Exit 12. FYI New York: knowing your exit is the next one isn’t near as helpful as knowing exactly how soon your exit will occur.
- Wasteful Freeway Signage — right in line with the brilliance it took to create the Exit 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 system is the hyperlabelling of freeways. New York is the worst offender I encountered. Every 1/10th of a mile is demarcated with a small placard. A proper six inch by twelve inch 515cm x 30cm delineator pole sign complete with interstate logo is posted every mile. Now, if these signs helped drivers geo-locate themselves, I might be more forgiving of the excess. Unless said drivers are wanting to know how far they are from the edge of the state, the signage is useless. 6I recognize that with the advent of smartphones, this is now a moot point for everyone but me (and maybe two other luddite-holdouts).
- Texting and Driving Smackdown — NY at least gets points for being on top of their anti-texting game. Rest area signs have all been changed to say things like “Text Stop — Rest Area.” And “Next text stop ____ miles. It can wait.” Additional signage warns drivers, “State Law — get caught texting three times, lose your license!” Much better and more helpful than the usual, vague finger wagging one sees in other states. Although it’s likely the signs will be moot inside of a decade when Artificial Super Intelligence causes us to think about hand-texting the way we now think about hand-grinding one’s own flour.
Smartphones Suck. Sometimes.
For sure, they wasted their anti-texting-and-driving encouragement on me.. I barely use the non-smart phone I have, and I abhor texting. I also dislike navigating with a smartphone. I admit that it can be useful. However, I also argue that connecting to the world via smartphone leads to disconnection in areas I think are important and ultimately fulfilling.
Without a smartphone, you have to tune in to the world around you. You maintain an ongoing awareness of where you are in your journey. You notice towns going by. You pay attention, observe, and gather clues, because you have to. You’re not being helicopter-parented by Siri. I’d argue just the potential vulnerability of having to stop and ask for directions makes you a more compassionate person and driver. It makes you aware of the greater whole of which you are a part.
Eyes Glued to the Real World
So what did I notice as I hummed along without the guidance of a GPS voice?
- Farmity-Farm-Farm: I-90 and surrounding roads wind their way through what must be an ancient glacial or alluvial valley. Basically a very large, very shallow bowl. A Midwestern or central-Europe feel in terms of the greenness and openness, but a bit more hilly. Colonial buildings lend a back-in-time, quaint atmosphere.
- Bankruptcy Tubes: one of my favorite modern farm thinkers, Joel Salatin, speaks passionately against the idolized farm scene full of economically unsustainable features. My drive full of iconic barns nestled beside dome-top silos would have raised his hackles.
- Amish Awesomeness: as a luddite and farm-work lover, how can I not have a crush on the Amish? My heart soared as I passed my first Amish woman tooling down the road in her horse and buggy wearing her culture’s practical attire.
- ”˜Merica: alongside the Amish farm fields, billboards for the Mormon church and McDonalds proliferated. Can’t get more American than God and God-awful “food.”
- More Not-Really Dutch? — For years I’ve been aware of the “Pennsylvania Dutch” who are actually German. When I saw signs in upstate New York for “Dutchmen,” I immediately wondered “Real Dutch?” Brief research seems to indicate upstate New York Dutch are the real deal.
- Art Deco Albany — the skyline of New York’s capital surprised me. A very strange combination of gothic, art deco, and modern”¦ as seen at freeway speeds.
|↑1||not a native, obviously. New England culture produces very few extroverts|
|↑2||Pro tip (although you need to be super pro to use it!) — shove your gas cap in the handle gap to be hands-free while the tank fills. Downside: this jerry-rigging doesn’t come with auto-shutoff when the tank is full. You need to be on-hand when the last gallon starts.|
|↑3||depending on the freeway orientation|
|↑4||and Vermont! And New Hampshire! And Massachusetts! And Connecticut, Delaware, and Rhode Island!|
|↑5||15cm x 30cm|
|↑6||I recognize that with the advent of smartphones, this is now a moot point for everyone but me (and maybe two other luddite-holdouts).|