Cutting in

Seven years ago, when I was driving from Cabin John to work in Georgetown along Canal Road, there was a half-mile stretch where the single lane widened to two. There was always a long back-up leading up to it, and inevitably every 20th driver or so would use the extra lane to cut up in line. Most of the time, someone--and I never had the cojones to do this--would stick his car out into the extra lane to block the passers.

I hadn't realized at the time that cops could make money off of this situation.

Dr. Freakonomics remarks upon my greatest pet peeve back in the days when I was what my former bike-obsessed boss called a "commuter-polluter."