You find some charming lunch spot in one of the endless sprawl of outer small towns.
You wind along the Hudson.
You head further north, first through the parkways, then into proper driving roads.
Quick downshifts into corners, charging upshifts out of them.
You glance at clearings in the roadside trees for valley views.
Some quiet somewhere compels you to stop for a breather.
Seeing the sky is a novelty.
You get lost in New York’s string of little rust belt towns.
And you finally cruise back south, slipping through bridges and toll booths until you’re in the city once more.