I recognize that I talk at great length about the trials and tribulations of driving in downtown Salt Lake City. My… feelings about bicycles have been discussed at length (see here, for example), and I recognize that snow = bad driving regardless of where I find myself in the US of A. But the one thing I have never, ever understood about my adopted homeland is the city’s insistence on doing all of its roadwork not only during the summer months, but at the exact same time.
It rhymes with clusterbuck.
In the past three weeks, I have shifted my daily drive to work four times, four times, because of road work, construction, or (get this) painting the roadway. Now I get that it’s my tax dollars at work, and that the summer is the natural time to do roadwork, and I should be happy about investments in infrastructure, etc. But honestly, do we need to tie up every city arterial for the same two weeks in August. Every. Single. Year? What are those dudes in the orange vests making more money than I ever will flipping a sign distractedly while listening to a iPod do for the other fifty weeks of the year?
Whenever I see them with it, I have a strong urge to yell “HAMMER TIME.”
As the summer begins to give way (blessedly) to the fall, I recognize that this inconvenience is coming to a close shortly. I just wish that the city and county would think for a hot second about spreading the pain across the summer so that there are a few small irritations throughout the season instead of two weeks of frustrating gridlock. Which also always coincides with whatever viral pop hit happens to be on every radio channel known to man.
I just met you. And this is craz…. STOP.
Now that I’ve made the slog home, I plan on cooking some food and finishing my potentially overdue library book before watching tv and calling it a day. And don’t worry, the BLERG will engage in some more controversial subjects tomorrow. Like the aborted school shooting in California that the media is barely covering. And potentially a treatise on why I think Israel and Palestine need to figure out a way to coexist without daily explosions.
Until next time, stay classy (and try to use the HOV lane) Salt Lake.