Annual Average Daily Traffic
Annual Average Daily Traffic (AADT) counts for Interstate 10 at the state lines and the cities it passes through in Arizona are listed below.
| Exit |
Location | 2006 AADT |
2007 AADT |
2008 AADT |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 0 | CA State Line | 29,500 | 26,000 | 25,500 |
| 17 | Quartzsite | 23,500 | 20,000 | 17,500 |
| 120 | Buckeye | 54,500 | 62,000 | 59,000 |
| 135 | Tolleson | 138,000 | 185,000 | 177,000 |
| 146 | Phoenix | 291,000 | 288,000 | 257,000 |
| 155 | Tempe | 206,000 | 200,000 | 221,000 |
| 160 | Chandler | 116,000 | 116,000 | 113,000 |
| 198 | Casa Grande | 43,000 | 44,500 | 37,500 |
| 257A | Tucson | 169,000 | 176,000 | 178,000 |
| 303 | Benson | 17,500 | 17,000 | 16,500 |
| 340 | Willcox | 14,000 | 14,500 | 14,500 |
| 390 | NM State Line | 12,000 | 12,500 | 12,500 |
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