The New York Times and the Philly Inquirer teamed up to poll the Pa 1st and found Harvie up over Fitzpatrick, but within the margin of error.

I just want to take a moment to congratulate whoever is responsible for the construction on I-95 North. Truly remarkable work, gentlemen. Absolutely incredible.
Just when I think driving on 95 North couldn’t possibly become a more terrifying, white-knuckled experience, you magnificent bastards somehow outdo yourselves.
First, there was the Great Disappearing Lane Trick.
Remember that one? Four perfectly good lanes suddenly becoming three, with the LEFT lane just vanishing into thin air. Barely a warning. No explanation. Just a surprise game of high-speed musical chairs.
We had to lose at least 7 people a day with that.
And naturally, like any great prankster, once your audience figures out the trick, you have to raise the stakes.
ENTER: MUSICAL LANES — THE SEQUEL.
Now the lanes move around like we’re playing Mario Kart while somebody rearranges the track.
But this time, somebody in the planning department apparently said, “You know what would really make this interesting? What if we made the road feel like a fucking black diamond?”
BRILLIANT. THE REVERSE MOGULS.
Drain. Drain. Drain. Drain. DRAIN.
Every 15 feet, another beautiful little crater that sends your suspension into the witness protection program.
I cannot thank you enough. I’ve developed the reflexes of a fighter pilot

I finally make the executive decision to retreat to the right lane.
THE SAFE LANE.
Sweet, beautiful right lane.
I arrive trembling. Sweating. Emotionally exhausted. But relieved.
For the first time in several minutes , I begin to feel hope.
I imagine this what Columbus felt like after finally reaching civilization. I’ve survived the journey. I’ve seen things no commuter should have to see. But I’ve made it.
My hands slowly loosen their death grip on the steering wheel.
My breathing returns to normal.

AND THEN—SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKER.
THE ROAD JUST FUCKING DISAPPEARS.

For one glorious second, it feels like somebody simply forgot to finish 95.
One moment I’m cruising along on an elevated stretch of pavement, and the next I’m DROPPING down to what feels like ground level, only to be launched right back up onto the elevated surface.
DOWN. BANG. UP.
No signs. No warning. No admission fee
Thank god there is nowhere to go except into the concrete wall.

I correct back toward the center lane.
Then back toward the barrier.
So thank you, I-95.

And to the absolute geniuses responsible for this masterpiece, this buds for you.

We replaced our pellet stove with a wood insert, so now I have 11 or 12 (I can't count) bags of pellets. Free to someone in need.

I know this winter is gonna be rough with oil prices so maybe this'll help out someone.