

I called the tollway to ask what's going on and she told me that the serial number for my transponder was inactive. And just yesterday I got a notice from the tollway in the mail telling me I owe them $60 in fines. Three weeks later I needed to drive on I90 and I obviously went through the IPass lane. What else do they need? Plus I clicked the link on the email verification. But they already had my personal information, the transponder serial number and the car I would be driving.

I don't exactly collect these things." After about five minutes of looking, I didn't see any button to proceed any further. We're not talking about stamps here, you know. Then I was asked to enter another vehicle, so I looked for an option saying something like "No, thanks. I typed in the description of my car, clicked "enter" and it was added. The link asked me to enter the vehicle(s) that would be using this particular transponder. The email told me to click the attached link to proceed. I was told to wait for the confirmation email which I did.
#IPASS CHICAGO SERIAL NUMBER LICENSE#
I went to the site, entered my name, license number, transponder serial number, phone number, email, and even my goddamn gender. I brought the IPass home and activated it online. So in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, I caved. It would be a one time fee of $50 and I'd probably never have to worry about any of that stuff ever again. Then I rationalized that maybe getting an IPass was worth it. Obviously, the next day I paid the "missed" toll online. Unfortunately, I didn't have any more change so I just went through. I mean, they'll TAKE it, but you still owe them another one. Evidently these machines were programmed to not accept money if it comes in more than one toss, like a five year old who refuses to eat a Snickers bar if it's broken. I got out of my car, grabbed them and threw them back in, but the light signaling me to go didn't turn green. I threw my coins into the basket and two of them ricocheted out onto the ground. I suppose I can deal with that.īut then about two months ago I had to pay at an unattended tollbooth at 4am on a Saturday morning. I ride the tollway twice a month at best.

I fought getting an IPass for as long I've been living in Illinois despite the headaches that come with having to pay cash on the tollways like scrapping up enough change before leaving the house, being sure I was in the cash lane ahead of time, and getting stuck in line at the tollbooth behind some lady fumbling through her purse for change while balancing her phone on her shoulder and sipping her third skinny decaf double shot caramel latte.
