[ArtMonkDrillz]

I've been to Philly once and it was on accident, or rather because of an accident.
My dad was driving the family up I-95 to a wedding in New Jersey through a big storm. When the weather finally cleared the traffic actually got worse, it was a strange phenomenon. Out of nowhere a car started swerving until it finally hit another driver, causing everyone else to hit the breaks. My dad was able to stop our huge '83 Bronco on a dime, but the guy behind us couldn't stop his shit box and we were rear-ended. Then, he got hit and that caused him to slam into us again.
So we're sitting there stopped in the center lane of 95, which was a nightmare in and of it's self. Another driver slowed down just long enough to yell "your car's on fire" before he flew past us. So, freaked, we piled out of the car but couldn't go anywhere because people were still flying past us (even though the initial accident caused a 20+ car pile up). Finally after a game of family-Frogger we made it to the shoulder.
Eventually cops and ambulances showed up on the scene. My sisters said that their necks felt weird, so the EMTs demanded that they get taken to the hospital. There, they had to sit in beds next to gun shot victims and crackheads, so that was fun. In the meantime, my dad and I had to go with the car, which was being towed because the gas tanked had cracked (I still doubt the car was ever actually on fire). We got to meet the shadiest auto shop people ever and they told us the car was totaled; they might as well have started stripping it for parts right there in front of us.
We eventually got a rental car, picked my sisters and mom up from the hospital and got the hell out of Philly (just in time since the Flyers were about to lose a playoff series and people were looking pissed in the ER).
The next day, on our way home from the wedding, we past by the scene of the accident and noticed that they guy who hit us had left his completely destroyed car on the side of the road like it was an empty can. The guy didn't have insurance, so we never ended up getting proper compensation for losing the Bronco (which really old at the time, but still). My dad asked my aunt, who lived in the area, to go to the autoshop and get some stuff that we accidentally left out of the car. She told us that it was already stripped down even though it had only been a few days, so who knows if it was actually totaled or if they just took advantage of my dad's frustrated state of mind.

Basically, I hate Philly. I know the situation doesn't seem that bad, and it would have probably played out the same way in most cities, but it just left a horrible taste in my mouth.
OH, and the eagles suck donkey.