Green, red, black, tan, and blue . . . these are just some of the colors of the cars and trucks as I sit waiting for my turn. The trip should have taken only two hours from my home in Macon, Georgia to my best friend's in northern Atlanta. But instead, it took almost five and a half-hours. As I sit in my car just shy of the junction of I-75 and I-675, I take a look around. We have been involved in heavy stop-and go- traffic since I had gotten on I-285 and then continued on back through I-75. The radio announcers kept warning of the south ....