David Lovato remembers, in painfully stark detail, the night he hit his misery point with Bay Area traffic.
It was 7:30 p.m. on a Wednesday last October, well after what would traditionally be called “rush hour.” Lovato caught a shuttle bus from his company in Mountain View, thinking he would zip up Highway 101 to San Francisco.
Instead, the bus spent 90 minutes plodding through gridlock that Lovato found mystifying…