When you’re a transit commuter, as I am (serendipity placed the red line in my neighborhood a few years ago), the daily land war along Wasatch Front freeways can be a jolt. By necessity, I was forced to make the journey downtown behind the wheel one day last week, vying with others to establish a beachhead in the lane of my choice along the way. Most of the time, my lane choices proved incorrect, as I quickly discovered while traffic in the lane I abandoned sped past. Still, traffic here is a relative |