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A couple weeks ago, we hopped over the bridge and rolled out to Jones Beach in my man's restored '63 Impala. And, unlike our "Loose Nuts" incident the summer prior, we arrived unscathed.

Jones is a huge island-like beach southwest of Long Island. Oh look, here's a little club for you to join. Actually, it's a state park, so it'll cost you $8 to enjoy. The island is broken up into 5 or 6 lots, which correspond to beaches. The water is cold and choppy year round, with 3-4 foot waves breaking right on the shore.

Jones is also cleaner tho father from the city than nearby Riis, in that I haven't swam with discarded bandages at Jones. It's a much larger beach than Riis, so it seems to always be able to handle the masses. Of interest is the queerly named Tommy Hilfiger at Jones Beach Theater Nikon at Jones Beach Theater which is on the other side of the parking lots down around beach 5.

As fun as the beach is, so too is the fully restored (and safe) Impala... More images of the ride after the jump...