a few years back we took a family trip to Florida. My Uncle, upon learning we were going through Atlanta, gave me the following advice.
Get in the far left (HOV) lane, , , , and keep both feet flat on the floor. We went through, white knuckle, at 80 plus. Never again.
for a single occupant, I'm guessing HOV lane is an invitation to a ticket.
Aaaand it looks like I've got a new gig: doing IT for a department at Georgia State University.
Now comes the hunt for that magic spot on Atlanta's map that allows for (in order): a good school system for my son, reasonable housing prices, and a reasonable commute (anybody who's made the mistake of driving through Atlanta at rush hour knows how much it SUUUUUCKS).