Leaving Chelsea Manhattan back to Eastern Long Island is an experience similar to self mutilation..

My drive was on a Saturday, which makes it better, plus still plenty of people staying home do to the Virus fear. Every other car on the road use to be a yellow cab.. Damned if I saw one..The cabs rely on tourists and New Yorker's going to and from work.. That has all dried up..

Still plenty of people like me driving around today...

I head up 8th Avenue to 34th Street, then make a right on 34th to the East side of Manhattan. Where you can enter the Mid-Town tunnel to Queens...

Stopped at the light at 34th Jesus appears in front of me. I reach for my cell phone to document the occasion..

Notice the New Yorker hotel in the background.. It's still the head quarters of The Unification Church of the United States other-words known as the "Moonies."

This guy that I thought was the man must be with them...

Lets make that turn and head for home...

Taking pictures through the windshield at red lights on 34th Street...

Sign that constantly changes ads...

Finally made it to the tunnel and Queens just to be met with stop and go traffic from exits 19 to 36... Which added 30 minutes to my drive.. Plus my right thigh got a serve cramp from knee to groin that made my requisite to hell complete..

After this, how bad can HELL be?