Some years ago I had a cross country companion who, for inexplicable reasons, wanted to take the PA Turnpike home when we were headed east. We did, or sorta did.
I had an EZ-pass. It registered go-ahead green at the entrance. It would not register green at our exit.
I sat there, backed up, crept forward, pulled the transponder off the wind shield and waved it around out the driver’s side window in case the canoes were in the way. Blew some “Come help me” on the horn.
Bupkiss.
By then I had a line of frustrated EZ-passers stacked up behind me. Screw this noise, I went on through the red. And later revieved a photo of my license plate, and $70 bill.
Never again. Plus long sections of the PA Turnpike are concrete. Thumpa-thumpa-thumpa, like riding the rails.
Some years ago a short (sub-20 mile) toll road opened in Maryland. The DMV at first devised a convoluted fee solution, a base price per mile, times X for the amount of traffic using the tollway, times X for time spent on the road. Brilliant!
There were, or course, accidents that backed up traffic. People got $100+ dollar charges for sitting motionless in stalled or stopped on the toll road, trying to travel 18 miles, or praying for the next exit.