Sometimes I feel like I have the commute down to a science. I mean, I am a scientist after all. But then other times I remember that traffic is not simply an incompressible fluid, but something formed by real people making real decisions, and real mistakes, in real time.
I worked from home this morning to take in a phone meeting and thought I could zip to work just after lunch. Instead I found myself on I87, just outside Manhattan heading towards the Triboro Bridge, sitting still, with my engine off, and watching other people pace outside their cars. For 20 minutes. Anyway, we eventually got going again and I managed to capture a shot of the culprit. Poor guy.