The last time I went to New Hampshire, we rode behind this truck for pretty much the entire length of the West Side Highway.
This time, we're going to take the FDR to get out of the city, because driving behind a hot dog truck for that long can do crazy things to you, even if you've given up meat, and even if you've all-too-recently watched a documentary on how sausages and hot dogs are made. (Hint: it's not cute at all.)
I'm not sure if you can see in this picture, but the cart is closed with a plastic fork. So it really did seem like an easy, doable proposition to get out of the car (we were driving at approximately 0-4 mph) and grab a dog. We restrained ourselves, barely.