City Pages praising the highway? That prairie-destroying, Hummer-enabling, anti-neighborhood expanse of sameness leading only to more sameness? Yes, this year we've dropped to one knee for a ribbon of asphalt: the newly rehabbed Highway 100. It's resurfaced—so smooth and flat we've entertained irresponsible thoughts of midnight Rollerblading. But it's also been given a spine-realigning shake by some cosmic transit chiropractor, and baby, does traffic flow. So seamless are exits and entries, we can glide from downtown to Southdale in 12 minutes—without connecting foot to brake. If we'd known driving could be like this, we would have examined our prejudices years ago. Which raises a good question: Exactly when is the Crosstown realignment scheduled to begin?