Garden State of Mind: A Night at The Vince

Enclosed by towering marsh reeds and two raised road bridges of the New Jersey Turnpike, the Vince Lombardi Service Area is a somewhat triangular mass of parking areas, quick-service eateries, and a fueling station.

It is not a widely renowned beautiful location.

Every time Lilly Kerner visits New Jersey, she prefers to visit Ridgefield, a busy place near the confluence of two great American highways and the economic hub of the world. The parking lot is littered with crushed King Burger cups and the asphalt is bathed in a soft orange glow from sodium lights. That’s where she likes to go in the middle of the night, when the Palisades overlooks the popping skyscrapers of New York City, and Vince is there for her to enjoy the view.

Exclaimed Kerner, 41, who halted with her spouse, Fritz, at 1 a.M. On a recent Sunday during their journey back to Cambridge, New York, after visiting relatives in Perth Amboy, “Isn’t it stunning?”. “We reside in the countryside. Like, far out in the countryside. It’s incredibly dull! Therefore, we enjoy pausing here and observing all the individuals, and admiring the city, prior to our drive back home.”

According to the New Jersey Department of Transportation, 1.6 million individuals visit the service area’s 14-acre campus annually. Tom Feeney, a representative for the department, mentioned that 28,000 guests are anticipated from Friday to Monday, which will be particularly bustling as the summer travel season reaches its peak this Labor Day weekend.

“This place is essential,” said Sadik Mohamud, 41, a trucker from Rochester, Minnesota, who stopped at The Vince on his way to Nashville. “If you’re driving around New York City, this is the only place you can stop and rest.”

Joggers and solo drivers quickly stop their vehicles to jog back to the low brick building for a quick restroom break, a quick Starbucks latte, and a quick burger. Truckers and families also join them. Jets are making their final approach into Newark Liberty International Airport, causing an overhead roar. Semi trucks line up on the serpentine roads of the plaza, providing service and travel options. Vince experiences the noise and hustle during daytime.

As the weekend approached, Vince experienced a frenetic atmosphere at Eastern Seaboard, a place known for its bustling highways. The summer season made this location the busiest, and even at night, there was a distinct hush in the air.

Cassie Johnson and her spouse, Kevin, from Pittsfield, Maine, were fast asleep in the front seats of their Hyundai Sonata with their mouths agape, feet covered in socks resting on the dashboard, and doors left unlocked, while the windows were rolled down.

It was Eddie Davis of Meridian, Mississippi, who took a few hours to calm his nerves after driving an 18-wheel Freightliner truck through midtown Manhattan on his first trip to New York City.

Davis, a 39-year-old individual who completed truck driving school two months prior, expressed, “I detested it! There are an excessive number of vehicles. The thoroughfares in New York are excessively narrow for this 73-foot truck!”

In order to get some rest, it is important for everyone to have the tranquility, guidance, solitude, devotion, chicken tenders, and finances they can contribute while their lives intertwined. Individuals who were going elsewhere formed a small community and transformed into The Vince from Saturday evening until Sunday morning.

Commented Sadik Mohamud, a 41-year-old truck driver hailing from Rochester, Minnesota, “This establishment is crucial. It is the sole location where one can pause and relax while navigating through New York City.”

Prayers and chicken nuggets

Sometimes, when it’s late and the wind is calm, Vince and The stand perfectly still, hugging the phragmites reeds and Vince The, the motorcycle that Ron Dunphy’s 1971 Ford LTD chugged into the parking lot a few minutes past midnight on this August night, were driving from Vero Beach, Florida to New Hampshire where they hoped to sell the motorcycle, with Bill Seifert and John O’Connell as their friends and a lime-green boat trailer loaded with a Harley-Davidson.

They were three individuals driving a 46-year-old vehicle without an ATM card, E-ZPass, or smartphone to assist in route planning, benefitting from reduced toll fees. The cost of crossing the George Washington Bridge with a two-axle trailer was $84. They decided to halt their journey at The Vince as they were unable to afford further travel.

And they were completely out of money.

“We are what you could describe as trapped,” stated Seifert, 53. “The tolls simply devastated us.”

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Fritz Kerner emerged from the travel plaza a few minutes later, carrying four bags from Burger King filled with fries and chicken nuggets. After chatting for a while, he walked into the travel plaza and was informed of the three men’s situation. Upon hearing this, he quickly made his way to the old green car. Standing next to his sleek Nissan SUV, which was parked thirty feet away, Fritz Kerner enjoyed a can of Red Bull flavored with grapefruit.

Every year, 1.6 million people pass through The Vince in their travels, according to the New Jersey Department of Transportation. About 28,000 people were expected over the Labor Day weekend.

He said a prayer and grasped the driver’s-side mirror with both hands, then he knelt down on the asphalt while Kerner handed out the food to the men.

Kerner requested, ‘Father, I beseech you to safeguard these individuals during their journey. Grant them tranquility, grant them comprehension, grant them direction.’

Kerner hesitated, took a brief breath, and started giving Dunphy suggestions on how to bypass the George Washington Bridge.

Kerner expressed, “You all are being heavily impacted by tolls!” He mentioned, “The Taconic is exquisite, and there are no tolls. You have the option to head towards the Bear Mountain Bridge and veer onto the Taconic Parkway.”

Reality intrudes

Many travelers are not so enamored with Vince, as he shook his head and stopped Calise Darcy at 2 a.M. On the left side of the building plaza service. Neither are neighbors helpful to their transitory visitors, nor are there many of them. The rest of the areas in State Garden Parkway and the turnpike, more than a dozen, will be replaced or upgraded over the next several years at a cost of $250 million.

Calise, aged 56, who was journeying from her residence in Agawam, Massachusetts, to enjoy a holiday in South Carolina, exclaimed, “Wow! You can always discern the presence of being in New Jersey. Similar to refuse. Comparable to production. It emits an odor akin to that.”

Everything was quiet on this night. Doug works at Sunoco Vince’s station, switching shifts between pumping gasoline for cars and pumping diesel for trucks at night.

Swinging their fists, they unlatch their vehicle entrances and wildly thrash about. Occasionally, the intoxicated individuals become irate. At times, they are inebriated. He mentioned that exhausted, sleep-deprived drivers frequently allege that he has overpriced their fare. The remaining evenings are challenging.

Billa, a 23-year-old gas station attendant who has been working here for 16 months, expressed, “Customers often ask for a full tank of regular gas, but later they argue that they only intended to spend $15.” He further added, “Whenever a fight breaks out, we immediately contact the state troopers who typically arrive within five minutes. Meanwhile, we attempt to keep ourselves away from the situation. It is strictly prohibited for us to lay hands on any customer.”

The vehicle was taken back in July, and he continued to do so until that time, sleeping in the parking area of The Vince and using his Honda Civic for transportation. Forced to leave his apartment in Paterson in May, he began frequenting this location regularly as a truck driver for 16 years. He mentioned that he had his professional driver’s license revoked in January due to accumulating numerous infractions. Roy King resides at The Vince, and he manages to get by by steering clear of intoxicated individuals and law enforcement officers to an equal extent.

On Sunday morning, above the television, Flippers would be starring in a real estate infomercial, with his head bleated out and his body curled up, as the leather chair was too small to hold him. Now, King spends his nights tucked away in the lounge for truckers.

Rest was a struggle King lost and won in five-minute intervals.

However, he mentioned that spending a week at The Vince is preferable to staying a night in a homeless shelter in Paterson.

King, 61, expressed his dissatisfaction with the shelters in Paterson, stating that they are not up to par. He also highlighted the concern regarding their lack of safety.

He eventually left the lounge and walked outside, sat on a bench in front of the plaza, and watched the trucks blast down the turnpike.

“I feel genuinely sorry about it,” King expressed regarding his descent into homelessness. “This is not everything I desire in life.”

New beginnings

Without seeing it beforehand, Larry Boyer drove from his residence in South Orange to Patchogue, situated on Long Island, where he purchased a pre-owned catamaran sailboat for $500 on Saturday morning. The Vince was merely a brief interruption in a fresh and thrilling expedition for the rest of the group on this balmy evening.

Cruising on Long Island Sound, he brought his 15-year-old son, Aidan, in the late afternoon following a day filled with minor fixes.

They reached The Vince at 11:30 p.M. They were only 20 miles from their residence, but Boyer was incapable of continuing to operate the vehicle.

“I’m parched,” he exclaimed, stepping out of his SUV with the boat in tow, “We spent the entire day under the scorching heat and out on the water.”

The young dog slumbered with his dark soft visage on the rear bench of the minivan for a duration of three hours. Chuck Walston and his spouse, Eileen, similarly departed their residence in the early hours of Saturday morning, embarking on a journey from a suburban area close to Baltimore to Rhode Island, where they purchased a 9-week-old canine of German origin, called Sake.

When his new family stopped at The Vince, little Sake rushed into the front seat and nestled into Chuck Walston’s lap.

“He’s quite adorable,” said Walson, 62. “This is the initial opportunity I’ve had to embrace him since we acquired him.”

At 6:11 am, Dawn broke as two seagulls appeared in the air, darting down to the ground to peck and strut around discarded french fries. It took a few minutes longer for the sun to rise, casting light yellow streaks across the parking lot of Vince’s and the Palisades.

In North Carolina, Terry Banning relocated from Connecticut to his fresh abode, with the initial of three shipments being a teal Chevrolet pickup with a drooping backside brimming with furnishings and a fully-packed U-Haul trailer. Terry Banning was the first individual to step into the Vince on this auspicious day.

The traffic in Baltimore and on the New Jersey Turnpike was completely clear when Vince Lombardi Service Area was reached at 6:30 am on Sunday. However, a few days before this, his wife had a panic attack. Banning mentioned that the move has been quite stressful.

“I’m tired. Relocating is challenging,” Banning mentioned. “But I’m thrilled to finally be on the journey.”