Quotes About Traffic

It is no longer easy, on the South Rim, to get away from the roar of motor traffic, except by descending into the canyon.

I'm all about sharing the road with other drivers—as long as they use the part that's behind me.

But on most days, especially the warm ones, life exhausts him; the worsening traffic and graffiti and company politics, everyone grousing about bonuses, benefits, overtime. Sometimes in the slow heat of summer, long before dawn, Volkheimer paces in the harsh dazzle of the billboard light and feels his loneliness on him like a disease.

But on most days, especially the warm ones, life exhausts him; the worsening traffic and graffiti and company politics, everyone grousing about bonuses, benefits, overtime.

For some commutes, the time spent stuck in traffic will hit four hours per day.

I have anxiety every day about being pulled over.

I don't want to live in Los Angeles. The city depresses me! It is too flat. There are too many cars.

People want subways, folks... subways, subways. They don't want these damn streetcars blocking up our city!

Remember folks stop lights timed for 35 mph are also timed for 70 mph.

No one drives in Manhattan - in fact, many of the folks who live in Manhattan don't even have driving licenses!

I don't think the state of California realized there would be this many people here caught up in the freeway system.

A green light is a green light, avanti, avanti," the mayor explained. "A red light—just a suggestion." And yellow? he was asked. "Yellow is for gaiety.

The white zone is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the white zone...

Darkness found Frank backing the boys' convertible out the Hardy driveway. Five minutes later they had stopped for a traffic light on the main street of Bayport. Suddenly there was the roar of another engine, a rattle of tin, the raucous

Any time I wind up in the lane where you can't quickly turn off of it and it's turning into the freeway, I just start screaming until I'm off of it.

Everybody likes driving through scenic, winding roads. It's hard to find people who like sitting in traffic in cities.

If I'm ever stuck on the M25 - the 'Road to Hell' - I'll wind the window down and start singing, 'I'm driving home for Christmas' at people in cars alongside. They love it. It's like giving them a present.

What I noticed about L.A. is that people try to hit on you in your car. It's incredibly creepy to be in a car and have the guy next to you roll down his window.

I was going to some fabulous party, and my taxi got stuck in traffic, and I looked out the window, and I saw a homeless woman rooting through the garbage, and I realized it was my mother. And I was so mortified that I ducked down, and I hid.

My rookie year, I bought a new Range Rover, and, knowing what I know about traffic stops in this country, I made damn sure that the tint on the windows was legal. Somehow, though... I just kept getting pulled over for my tint.

California - with more cars, more drivers and more people - still has less DWI-related deaths than Texas does.

I cannot emphasize just how dangerous it is cycling in the city. Especially now. Even though it is against the law to do this, you'll see people texting while they drive.

It's annoying when someone's in front of you driving ten miles an hour, and you're like, 'Okay, today,' and someone else is on the side of you, so you can't pass them, and when you finally do pass them and they are texting, the laser cannons just come out and disintegrate that car.

And he knew that just that smile alone, let alone that face that could stop traffic, must have been driving Rick crazy. He had to be one messed-up dude to let her go. To her back as she was leaving, Rick said, "Can't you even say hello?" She slowly turned, regarded him coldly and said, "To you? Not till you grow up." And then she left. Dead