I live in New York, but I rarely drive here. In fact, I know very, very few people with a car here. It's a town reliant on other transportation — subways, taxi cabs, your own two feet. So driving was a treat and a challenge. Could I adopt a new transportation culture in my home city?
When I got the chance to drive the Jaguar F-TYPE in New York (it was the same model I had in Los Angeles — orange and sleek as hell and in my possession for reasons that are becoming increasingly obvious), I quickly left the East Village and sped off across the Williamsburg Bridge, where the city exploded in vertical behind me. I was picking up a friend in Bushwick so we could go to the Mike Kelley show, at PS1 in Long Island City. I outraced the J train over the bridge, then maneuvered through pothole-strewn streets as pedestrians hollered and pointed. Later, with my friend sitting shotgun, we shot over the Pulaski Bridge with its insane view of the skyline.