Between scanning for cavernous potholes; drivers ed students; ear-plug wearing pedestrians with their faces buried in phone; cyclists with blinders; idiots swinging open car doors; bouncing balls followed by the kid undoubtedly chasing it; the confusing menagerie of traffic signs; and just plain old random acts of recklessness; negotiating a vehicle through the streets of Kings County requires the visual sense of a spider.
For the most part, people do a fairly decent job of processing the overwhelming stimuli ... some not so much. I'd rather not mention those who move out to New Jersey and Pennsylvania that upon returning to Brooklyn forget how to slow down and break-out in a rash at every stop sign and red light.
In any event, all road trips must come to an end. That's when the next adventure begins. Parking spaces are akin to urban gold, and sometimes prospecting poses great potential danger. The battle for space is fierce, and sometimes claims aren't so clearly defined. But make no mistake: boundary lines surely exist and will be defended in Civil War-like manner. It matters not from what corner of the planet you come, or what language you speak. Throughout Brooklyn the message is very clear. Albeit, some convey it better than others.
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