Even in New York, where the Ultimate Auto may eventually paralyze traffic, this looks like a pretty flimsy prognostication--really a non-running gag posited on the stupidity of public officials. The ultimate stupidity, however, is the assumption that one car--happenstancially Samuel Smerb's 1957 gray Volkswagen beetle, carrying the Columbia County Humane Society kennelman in quest of Vitamin Compound Z for the dogs' food--must be identified and removed before any traffic can move. (If Smerb hadn't given himself away we'd still be sitting in those blocked cars--like the taxi passengers watching the meter wipe out their income.) As per the foregoing, there are lots of topical references, some very local, some archly adult (the mayor's secretary brushes red tape off his suit). Set in the Big Town but strictly from snickersville.