"Boston's freeway system is insane. It was clearly designed by a person who had spent his childhood crashing toy trains"
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Boston doesn’t just have traffic; it has a personality disorder, and Bryson nails that with the kind of comic insult that doubles as urban critique. Calling the freeway system “insane” is deliberately blunt, but the real bite lands in the second sentence: a miniature origin story that turns civic planning into arrested development. The image of a grown adult designing roads the way a bored kid crashes toy trains is funny because it’s so petty and so plausible. It’s also a classic Bryson move: deflate institutional authority by attributing it to human irrationality rather than grand, explainable forces.
The intent isn’t merely to vent; it’s to recalibrate the reader’s expectations. Infrastructure is supposed to signal competence, foresight, modernity. Bryson’s joke implies the opposite: that what feels like a “system” might actually be the fossilized residue of accidents, compromises, and bad instincts. The toy-train metaphor is doing double duty. Trains suggest order, tracks, predictability; crashing them suggests pointless complexity for its own sake. That’s Boston’s driving experience rendered as a child’s chaotic playtime.
Context matters because Boston is infamous for roads that predate the car, a city whose tangle of colonial-era paths and later highway interventions never quite agreed with each other. Bryson, an outsider with a traveler’s impatience, converts that historical mess into a psychological portrait. The subtext: Americans sell themselves on rational planning, then hand you a map that looks like a prank.
The intent isn’t merely to vent; it’s to recalibrate the reader’s expectations. Infrastructure is supposed to signal competence, foresight, modernity. Bryson’s joke implies the opposite: that what feels like a “system” might actually be the fossilized residue of accidents, compromises, and bad instincts. The toy-train metaphor is doing double duty. Trains suggest order, tracks, predictability; crashing them suggests pointless complexity for its own sake. That’s Boston’s driving experience rendered as a child’s chaotic playtime.
Context matters because Boston is infamous for roads that predate the car, a city whose tangle of colonial-era paths and later highway interventions never quite agreed with each other. Bryson, an outsider with a traveler’s impatience, converts that historical mess into a psychological portrait. The subtext: Americans sell themselves on rational planning, then hand you a map that looks like a prank.
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