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Off Limits and Off Balance

I circle the block near Manhattan’s Children’s Hospital for what feels like the hundredth time, silently cursing my ego for insisting on driving the new Tesla today. I could’ve parked in a garage three blocks away, but the icy wind rattling the windows is a pointed reminder that walking even three blocks isn’t an option unless I’m ready to freeze my ass off. Now here I am, crawling through New York traffic like a sucker and glaring at every SUV taking up two spots.