Traffic

We in traffic are demented ballerinas, pointing our toes: gas clutch brake, stop, start, go again. I feel a certian camraderie with my fellow commuters. They slow down to let me in sometimes, and I do the same. In traffic are countless opportunities to make someone's day a little better or a lot worse. My car coughs politely and purrs, just to let me know it's still there. I cough back. Steadily we inch over the bridge, I'm turning up my music, all of us stuck in the same boat. Over the lake we all go together.

The load on a communications device or system. One of the principal jobs of a system administrator is to monitor traffic levels and take appropriate actions when traffic becomes heavy.

there is too much. there should be a law limiting each household to one car only.

Traffic in London is horrible. Nobody seems to care about the traffic lights. Everybody just runs across the streets. Extremely dangerous, if you come from somewhere where they don't drive at the left side.

traffic in america is dictated by the suburbs, especially in medium to large midwest post-industrial cities. detroit, st. louis, indianapolis, and milwaukee are examples. once 4pm comes around, everyone drives home to the suburbs and the cities are empty. especially in the winter you can ride your bike around the downtown areas at 2am and not see a single person anywhere, but yet be surrounded by huge skyscrapers and the yellow glow of street lights. people are often afraid to live downtown in the city for fear of crime, but there is no crime because no one is there to commit any. but i can be a beautiful feeling to be alone in a city.

Traffic is the worst part about driving a car. Driving a car should be like riding a horse, or some other primal expression. There you are, with more power at your control than most of humanity ever had, and you're stuck in traffic because some jerk got in an accident or some stupid red colored light bulb that dictates your fate.