"to new york"

We were driving up the interstate, already in New Jersey, when Roger tells me my left headlight is out. We’d better stop, he says, it’s not safe. By that time I had been driving for three hours and didn’t want to be a part of his obsessive nature, so I told him to fuck off. “We’re not stopping,” I say. I tell him we’re almost to New York and if we stop Aunt Jody will have to wait up for them, and think how old she is and how tired she gets after working in that dreadful office. “That’s why we’re going,” I remind him. “Remember? To make her feel better?” He shuts up for a whole minute and starts rifling through the glove compartment, looking for the owner’s manual. I ask him what the hell he thinks he’s going to find in there. He doesn’t answer. He flips through the manual until he finds it. “It is illegal to have broken headlight and you must replace the bulb when it goes out.”