[TW]Fox;17461672 said:
A quick googling for Americans moaning about road conditions turned up this photo.
This quite frankly, looks like state of Edgware Road running through central London. I actually think, your optimism about state of British roads lies in location - you get to do your daily travels on roads that don't see heavy weight traffic and are so nice, that rest of us use them for holiday hoonage.
I generally like everything about Britiain - even the less funny things - like the medieval plumbing, battlefield health care or stress free schooling, bit have three gripes affecting my daily life - all of them are related to motoring, and to me, they are, as British as grinning Cheshire cat:
- The state of road network, especially in South East is mostly diabolical. Old road specs, with many unexplained bottlenecks, constantly struggling with volumes, loud, poor quality, noisy tarmacs, full of badly patched up maintenance scars, potholes, epic tramlines and incredible amount of wasted road space, removed out of service by painted patterns and accumulated debris no one ever seems to be cleaning or removing. Commuters, services, tourists, as well as logistics and transportation for the entire country is serviced by only two Thames crossings - one 1963 private toll crossing in Dartford and one 1897 horse carriage way in Blackwall. In a country that could afford olympic village north of the river, but seemingly can't afford a bridge to deliver people to it. Now, I understand, there might be countries that have worse roads - Poland, Romania, Cuba, one of the old English penitentiary colonies etc. But it doesn't change the fact - situation is getting ridiculous.
- Road work furniture. Not roadworks. Road work furniture. It's everywhere. Crack in a pavement allows councils to panel out square mile of road in the middle of capital to park 10 luton vans with engineering staff pondering course of action for a fortnight. A single man with a lawnmower cutting catnip in a ditch, apparently now requires two lanes of motorway conned out for 20 miles. Double red lines don't mean anything to any council contractors as long as they have "work in progress" or "highway maintenance" plaques. Which means half a city is full of Sivyer lorries, J Murphy and Morrison vans or other Clancy Docwra field plowing equipment parked everywhere - middle of the road, double reds, traffic light island - while the crew is enjoying greasy spoon or Starbucks. Tourist season or not, you have white and red planks everywhere, temporary plastic fences that are cheaper to replace than collect, last years Tour De France metal crowd control fences stuck up around trees, half of temporary installations not attended for weeks, knocked down by the wind, filthy cones rolling around central areas, signage not fully removed - ugly, dirty mess. Again. Perhaps it's worse in some countries. Albania. Mongolia. West Coast of US. Humptydumtykistan. But you know - this doesn't make it look much better on our soil.
- Closure hysteria. I don't need to explain in detail to anyone, right? Jackknife a lorry on M25 and it's closed completely for 24 hours. Then two out of three lanes will be closed for half a week. I understand, cargo insurers need to attend. Quantity surveyors. Safety crew needs to work out plan of safe entry for cargo recovery specialists. Insurers of both need to check the conditions to calculate the policy. Then we have recovery trucks, and the actual work done. But ffs, compared to several thousand people having their time wasted for a week - this almost needs legislation.
Another scenario - in early 2009 it was announced Blackwall Tunnel southbound will be closed overnight for refurb works. Until December 2012. Southbound Blackwall tunnel is only 900 meters long. Which means whatever is being done to it at night, is calculated to progress at less than 1 meter a day. Wow. HTF do you get that kind of contract. I could clean, strip, prime, PVC and wallpaper that tunnel myself at that pace a day while few hundred thousand people have to do 40 mile detour via Dartford.. - now apparently the only river crossing between south and north of Great Britain between 21:00 and 6 am....
It's that kind of "weight of things" - the "lesser evil" idea that's somewhat lacking - on one hand overturned lorry, 2 tons of apples everywhere - **** happens - on the other - gazillion commuters trying to get home. What to do.. what to do... push the lorry off into ditch, open the road or close the road, get some pictures, invite some crew to ponder and investigate the apples... What's more important?