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Interstate 95 enters a Bermuda Triangle like space in New Jersey. You cross the Scudders Falls bridge, continue north on 95, and it becomes 295 and heads east, turns south, eventually dragging your confused ass all the way to Wilmington, DE via the Delaware Memorial bridge. You can also get onto 195 from 295 and head east through the middle of nuttin’ until reaching the GSP, or the ocean.
If you really, really want to go north on 95, you can use route 1, or route 130, or if you went east on 195, you can go north on the Jersey Turnpike, or route 9, or even the GSP, because they all kinda come together around 287, and now that your map looks like an origami kitten, there’s 95 again, ready to take you on a scenic tour of the Bronx.
If you missed all of that and end up near the Tappan Zee bridge, turn right, cross the Hudson, and continue until you reach Rye. Have a drink of rye, and you’ll be back on 95, having missed the Bronx.
Do not try to repeat the above in reverse when going south. It will not work.
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While Jersey was greedy enough to put in a Turnpike, it must be pointed out that the limbo that I-95 goes into is pretty much both NJ’s & Philly’s fault (and, to all you Philadelphians, I said “Philly” just to tick you off; bite me) for not being arsed/having the werewithal to complete their section of it in a timely fashion. Hell it still isn’t “complete”, what, like 50 years later? Still can’t get it done. Those people are dumber than Rocky and more crooked than a dog’s hind leg, the lot of them. Why else would drivers still have to be paying tolls on a road (the NJ turnpike) that was completed 55 freaking years ago! They’d charge tolls for breathing if they were smart enough to come up with a way to monitor it.
Plus I can’t stop laughing at folks who think the south is behind the times when every time I go to Philly/NJ, all I hear on the radio is 70s calssic rock, like there’s some sort of music time warp going on there. Jesus, you walking anachronisms, get with it! Oh, and lose the pompadours while you’re at it.
