Miracle on 8th Avenue

I love driving in Manhattan.

This makes zero sense.

I have anxiety.

I get panic attacks.

Why the hell would I love driving in one of the most notoriously hectic places ever?

The most un-anxious people I know find driving in Manhattan to be nerve-wracking, yet my eyes light up at the thought of it.

The last time I was there, they were repaving 8th ave, so …