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I’ve been on Choudery Road in Delhi, India.  It’s always crowded with cars, lorries, pedicabs, 3-wheeled putt-putt cabs, bicycles, horse carts, donkey carts, and sacred cows that drop their poop that’s immediately scooped up by a young boy whose mother will dry and burn it in the cookstove, busy especially on a workday noontime under the beating sun;

I’ve been on I93 going out of Boston at 5:30 in the afternoon of a weekday, traffic that creeps along for miles and  miles;

I’ve been in Piazza Venezzia in Rome, Italy, with its crowds of cars, taxis, matriculated busses and vespas zipping in and out of it all;

I’ve been on the Cross-Bonx Expressway , New York, when it’s hard to breathe;

But of all these places, the very worst place to be is in the traffic on Woodruff Road of a Saturday at 5:30 PM.