I wheeled my uncle onto the Crest Pier recently where he likes t

Wildwood Crest - I wheeled my uncle onto the Crest Pier recently where he likes the breeze and serenity. After dodging bicyclists, skateboarders and dune tramplers, we made it to the east end, but the experience was anything but relaxing. All types of noisy vehicles raced all over the beach. Taxis drove in giant circles with no riders. A guy on a red dune buggy was going 60 mph back and forth like a nut. Police buzzed around not enforcing the no-dogs rule, and scores of other jeeps and trucks continually crossed the horizon. Then the garbage trucks charged in like bellowing elephants.