The pickup truck is clearly committed to getting on the Cross Island Parkway at this point. We will be keeping the commercial trucks company on the Clearview Expressway. The Toyota pickup and the wayward moving van have clearly slowed down, as we get closer to both. Maybe they've thought the same thing about the synchronized cops timing their trip over the bridge.

Anybody needs a phone? The blue sign in the center median beckons you. That is an awfully awkward spot to have to reach in order to make a call, but people with emergencies can't be choosers. That little gray car remains hot on the moving van's tail. Maybe they're the ones being moved, or maybe they all got into the center lane to get past the slow poke in the right.
I originally wrote all this in 2001. Up to that time I was still one of the 20th century Luddites who didn't own a mobile phone. Hence, my casually referring to the outmoded reliance on the emergency phones located at intervals on all the city highways back then. As I write now in late 2012, I wonder if those phones still exist, and if they do, whether they still work. I finally got my first cell phone right after 9/11. It was with T-Mobile, who back then offered unlimited minutes, which was great, except that you could never get a signal, especially in the house. Two years later I left them for Verizon.