It is a plague, a contagion and a poison. A hundred thousand tiny needles stab the pores and inject a toxic cocktail. The evil ingredients assault each sense - the endless sightline of brake lights, the shriek of horns, the stink of exhaust, the tremble of overheated engines, the sour-milk taste of despair. It is traffic.
Frank Ahrens, Washington Post Staff Writer - "Essay: Stuck in Traffic at the Braking Point", Thursday, August 26, 1999