By Lee Shappell | Wrangler News
Your hands are seared to your steering wheel. It can’t be more than 114. Traffic is moving about as fast as water down the Salt River in August.
You’re not sure you’re going to get to the airport in time for your flight, or downtown on time for the start of work.
You’re steamed.
You’re on the Broadway Curve at rush hour.
And if you think it’s bad now, it’s going to get worse before it gets better.