Boston to Provincetown: Why a Private Chauffeur Service Is the Smartest Way to Travel
A friend of mine — call her Ellen — left Back Bay last July at 2:30 on a Friday afternoon. She pulled into her hotel's lot on Commercial Street at 7:45 PM. Five hours and fifteen minutes for a drive that Google Maps had cheerfully promised in two and a half.
Somewhere around the Sagamore Bridge she stopped talking to her husband. Around Eastham, to her kids. By the time the suitcases came out, the weekend was, in her words, "already a little ruined before it started."
This isn't an unusual story on this route in summer. It's roughly the standard one.


