“Five years ago, the rush hour was both limited and predictable. All a guy had to do was avoid the highways for an hour or so in the morning and an hour or so in the evening, and traffic wasn't a problem. These days, the rush hour was omnipresent. The surrounding suburban territory had filled up at a rate that had exceeded even the most pessimistic long-range plans. Long the butt of local jokes, a series of phantom freeway ramps had for the last twenty-five years completely surrounded the city. ...Connecting to the extant highway system, but leading off only into space, they had been built to accommodate the traffic of the future. The future had never come. By the time the highway department had gotten around to connecting these mystery ramps to the existing road system, the traffic of the future had become the traffic of the past and was now equally horrific in all directions. There were as many people trying to get back into the city at six in the evening as there were people trying to leave.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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