Off-Topic

AND NOW, for your viewing pleasure, I offer a schematic representation of every highway in Northern Virginia.

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              Point A

So, basically, you take your little on-ramp and you see a sea of lanes. Wow! There must be four, five, six . . .

Oops -- you have to merge to the left right away, but then, smooth sailing. All those lanes! You're not going that fast yet, but you're not 111 years old either, so you decide that maybe the second lane from the right is for you. Or maybe the third. But -- oops -- the second one ends, and then the third. Get over, and get over. Still a bunch of lanes left, though, and you move over another lane still to avoid being in the far right. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Before you know it, lanes you didn't even know existed to the left are way, way too far right. I'm beginning to rethink that whole straight-ahead thing as the steering-wheel default.