Plan B.

The horses didn’t hold the people back. So naturally, the police are letting in cars. Just one lane, though. I mean, they don’t want anyone to get hurt.

As each car inches forward, they’re greeted and swallowed up by the crowd. It almost looks like each car is a player in the Pro Bowl, coming out of the tube after his introduction.

These drivers though are just regular folks who happened to be motoring down 7th Avenue at the time. Their reactions are mixed, as their suddenly greeted by unexpected cheering and attention.

All the cab drivers high five everyone, though meekly.

The women blush and hide their eyes, never rolling down their windows.

The men in SUVs assume we were all there waiting for them to arrive, and emit primal WOOOs and YEAAAHs, and turn right so they can come back around and do it again.

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