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Calculations

 To calculate the time difference between 10:04 and 18:58 on a calculator, follow these steps:

  1. Convert the times to minutes:

    • For 10:04, convert the hours and minutes to minutes:
      10×60+4=604 minutes.
    • For 18:58, convert the hours and minutes to minutes:
      18×60+58=1138 minutes.
  2. Subtract the two times in minutes:

    • 1138604=534 minutes.
  3. Convert the result back to hours and minutes:

    • To convert 534 minutes to hours and minutes:
      • Divide 534 by 60:
        534÷60=8 hours (the whole number part).
      • Multiply 8 hours by 60 to get the minutes:
        8×60=480.
      • Subtract 480 from 534 to get the remaining minutes:
        534480=54 minutes.

Thus, the time difference is 8 hours and 54 minutes.



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Congestion Percentage:

  • The congestion level is expressed as a percentage increase in time compared to free-flow traffic.
  • Formula:Congestion Level (%)=(Rush Hour Travel TimeFree-Flow Travel TimeFree-Flow Travel Time)×100
  • Example: If a free-flow journey takes 30 minutes but takes 50 minutes during rush hour:(503030)×100=66%

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