A few weeks ago, I got two traffic tickets in one night. Though embarrassing at first (no amount of sleep deprivation gives you an excuse for backing into police cars, which I did), my evening of two successive encounters with the Clayton Police Department has become a good story, and it comes as no surprise to anyone who has ever seen me operate a car—the fact of the matter is, I am a terrible, terrible driver.

As I make my morning commute from an off-campus apartment to Wash U, I encounter a lot of frustration – not only at the terribly outdated and inefficient timer-based traffic lights, but also at the complete inability of people to drive.