The Virginian-Pilot, May 9, 2003
Rick Robillard is a security inspector at Norfolk
International Airport, but from 1982 to 1987, when he lived in
the Northern Virginia city of Springfield, he was a slug.
He admits it.
Each morning, he'd drive to a parking lot near I-95. He'd
stand single-file with other slugs and wait for a
driver to creep by and ask if anyone was going to downtown
D.C. Typically, his wait lasted less than 10 minutes.
The driver sought passengers because he could then legally
zip down relatively empty HOV lanes. Back then, each vehicle
in those lanes had to carry four people. By picking up three slugs,
the driver cut a hair-raising, stop-and-go commute of more
than an hour down to an eventless 30 minutes. ...
The Virginia Department of Transportation does not openly
plug slugging; it fears liability for accidents or
crime in the lots. But VDOT loves slugs, who number
perhaps 10,000, because each of them represents a car off the
—Patrick Lackey, "In northern Virginia, rides are free
and everyone wins," The Virginian-Pilot, May 9,