Get out, hipsters! Adorable poor and faux-poor young Williamsburg is over! "In the short distance between North Fourth and North Ninth Streets on Driggs Avenue, The Observer counted nine of these family-friendly vehicles glinting in the sun. Most of the them were classic four-door types, but there were also two-doors and wagons, old Volvos and new—a whole menagerie of in-state and out-of-state vehicles littered with everything from tennis racquets to Pottery Barn catalogues to an Atlas of the five boroughs. The total afternoon Volvo-count came to 23." Apparently driving in New York isn't just for Richard Johnson any more—now all those the elderly 30-somethings want in on it.