Yay for New Hampshire!

[harpua7859]

Way to go! Greg proves that not ALL people from California are boneheads about geography, and some know that New Hampshire exists! Thank you Greg for renewing my faith in the California Education system!

We here in New Hampshire really appreciate it, since we are pretty small it's nice to get recognition!

[R.Bloodgood]

Bah. New England and the surounding area sort of blends together if you aren't actually in it. Same as the Midwest. And the South. And the west coast for that matter. And the rest of the planet.

[OniNeko]

Yeah, I get New York an New Dehli mixed up all the time.

[dmpotter]

Ah, New Hampshire. AKA Massachusetts's Mall.

[R.Bloodgood]

Burn!

[Glich]

Ak. i have been to boston for my sisters graduation what a pain.. Buildings so high and so dence it blocks out my GPS all the streets have 2 lanes and there almost no where to park (park parking lots start at 10-20 bucks an hour) so people just doublle park in the street and since there is one 1 lane each way you basicly stuck behide them unless you cross over into oncomming trafic!! NEVER EVER AGAIN!!!!!!

[hazzamon]

Also, I note that in this comic, all hands are being kept firmly in pockets

[OniNeko]

It's cold on Mars.

[Penguin]

[quote="Glich";p="419543"]Ak. i have been to boston for my sisters graduation what a pain.. Buildings so high and so dence it blocks out my GPS all the streets have 2 lanes and there almost no where to park (park parking lots start at 10-20 bucks an hour) so people just doublle park in the street and since there is one 1 lane each way you basicly stuck behide them unless you cross over into oncomming trafic!! NEVER EVER AGAIN!!!!!![/quote]

Which is why most people park at subway stations outside the city and take that in. That worked for me when 100k people crammed together at the Hatch Shell for a concert. Unfortunately, I didn't see the city during the Red Sox parade

[dmpotter]

Not that this has anything to do with New Hampshire, but I'll give you my Boston story. My sister goes to college at Boston University and is currently living on campus-ish. (It's a BU sponsered apartment.) So my mother asks me to help them bring a futon into my sister's appartment. We pick a Sunday afternoon to do this.

We both drive SL model Saturns. These are sedans. So the futon frame goes into one of them and the futon matress goes into the other. My mom knows the route. I do not. But because we can't fit the entire futon into one Saturn, we both have to drive in.

So I start following my mom into Boston. About half way there, my mom makes it through a light and I don't. So now I'm following my - uh, intutition - about how to make it into Boston. I actually manage to go the right way (yay me) and start heading in. Unfortunately, we hit traffic. Bad traffic. On a Sunday.

As it turns out, there's some event going on at the Hatch Shell, which is along Storrow Drive, and is also directly on the route to BU. This partly explains the backups. The fact that we managed to pick the day of a home Red Sox / Yankees game explains the rest of the traffic.

I finally make it to the BU area, but I don't actually know where I'm going. (I'll leave out the wrong turn off Storrow Drive that got me into MIT. Well, it's a Boston university, isn't it?) Thankfully I have my handsfree cellphone headset, so I can call my mom and ask for directions. So my mom tries to give me directions - which ultimately proves futile since I don't actually know where I am in Boston.

While we're doing this, I pass my sister's apartment and keep on driving. We figure this out, so I turn around - eventually, thanks to the Random Oneway Streets that seem to be a hallmark of Boston city planning. Well, I managed to pass her apartment again (it's down a side street, I missed the turn) and finally end up on Yawkee Drive or something like that.

In other words, I'm now driving past Fenway Park. At the start of a Red Sox / Yankees game. There are swarms of people in the street, just meandering past it. I very slowly make it through and drive past Fenway. (Some day I'll have to do that again when there isn't a game since I've never actually been there.)

Thankfully after this, my sister is able to guide me back to her apartment. Where there is, of course, no parking. (Red Sox game + BU renting out their parking to Fenway = no parking for miles.) So I wind up double-parking in this narrow alley while we drag the futon up three flights of stairs to my sister's apartment.

Now, of course, there comes this other problem: I'm in Boston. I no longer wish to be in Boston. I wish to go home.

Long story short, I got lost again until I finally found Rt. 95 and made it home, safe and sound, and about an hour later than I would have if I knew what I was doing.

I hate driving in Boston. I always take the subway if I possibly can. Unfortunately, there are times when you just have to drive.