This time last Friday, I and three friends sat on top of each other in the backseat of a 2009 Nissan Rogue that comfortably seats two, inching along the Lincoln Tunnel. It was the first time I’d been in a car that wasn’t a taxi in over a month, and unlike cabs—which work by magic and have never crashed in the history of transportation—we were almost rear-ended 78 times in the bumper-to-bumper chaos of 495. Like any self-respecting group of broke postgrads, we had decided to cram in our Long Island friend’s car instead of taking a bus, and now we were paying the price... one tap away from becoming a Pinto safety film.
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