The flashbacks were real, folks. Crawling along on Route 72, then through the Causeway, followed by a ridiculous amount of stop-and-go nonsense through Surf City felt as if I were back in my mid-20s, moving like a sloth along Fifth Avenue in New York City at 4:30 p.m. on a Friday.

Hey, I only had to go to Barnegat Light. No Dave Biggy, as I always say. Why not make my competition for “Can You Beat Biggy?” wait a few extra minutes – or 17 minutes – for me?