Why NYC's Drivers Still Own the Road (and My Heart)

Locksmiths, Subwoofers, and Gregory Isaacs: The Masculine Mixtape of Lady Liberty.

“Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm fronting, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show”
― L.L. Cool J, “The Boomin’ System”

For all the grievances of living in this densely populated pocket in the Eastern US (I will eventually have a Howard Beale breakdown in one of our many claustrophobic grocery aisles), New York City still offers the funniest reminders of why I continue to stay here. Towns like Los Angeles claim the "car culture" moniker, but I argue that New York and its men with cars could give the City of Angels a run for her money when it comes to cruising culture, and it is one of the many reasons this town still holds my heart.

Because when this fuggin' town gets on the road, no one beats our soundtrack.