My favorite example of
NJ's highway peculiarities is the
mundane (you'd think) task of getting to
Newark Airport by car, from
New York City. Okay, so you're on the
New Jersey Turnpike (shudder) heading south. Then the
signs start.
Keep Right for Newark Airport
Okay, that looks promising...
Exit 14 - Newark Airport - Next Right
Cool, got this shit beat...(take the exit ramp for Newark)
Welcome to Newark Airport
Excellent.
Keep Right For Newark Airport
Huh? Okay, hang on, keeping right...
Welcome to Newark Airport
Whew.
Next exit for Newark Airport
Oh, Mother, PLEEEASE, help meeeeeeeee....
...and finally, end up in Carteret/Rahway sniffing strange toluenes whilst furiously drumming on your forehead, while your uncaught flight to Hawaii lofts itself out of the airborne muck and thunders over your head. Find yourself that night locked into a closed and unlit IKEA, very closely akin to a Dali-esque nightmare...