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When my husband and I escape from the city, we must cross over the RFK Bridge (formerly known as the Triborough). This unpleasant journey frays our nerves and weakens our faith in humanity. Contractors whiz by, easily twenty miles over the speed limit, aggressively fighting to get from point A to point B. Cabs register their disapproval of safe driving skills with blaring horns...