Transportation
I know, I know...this is a political blog. Frankly, politics in the 58th have been pretty stale. I guess that's a good thing.
Transporation issues surrounding the Commonwealth reared up its ugly head for me yesterday as I traveled to Arlington. Normally, this is a pretty uneventful trip, taking the better part of two and a half hours. Yesterday however, there was traffic of monumental proportions. It took me four hours to get from Charlottesville to my destination in Arlington.
For no particular reason, there was traffic EVERYWHERE! I've never quite seen it like that and I travel out of the normal rush just to avoid it. No such luck yesterday.
A couple of observations I made while puttering down the road. Firstly, no matter how ambitious or grand of scale the Commonwealth could possibly dream of in terms of a road construction project to ease this nonsense, it would never, ever be enough. There's simply not enough square milage to put all the roads necessary to handle the amount of traffic that travels on them. Even if you paved over the entire free space of NoVA...there STILL wouldn't be enough road.
Secondly, people drive like idiots. It's amazing the things I saw people do yesterday. I haven't seen that many middle fingers since leaving Northern New Jersey!
Thirdly, who in the hell was responsible for the design of the Springfield interchange? My Westie dog, sans thumbs, could have designed a better project using his paws, tail, nose, a can of Play-Doh and an Erector set! Holy mackerl, what an abomination!
The sad part of this commentary...I have to drive to Vienna tommorrow! Thursday of the first holiday weekend of the summer! See you on Monday!
Say your prayers!
Transporation issues surrounding the Commonwealth reared up its ugly head for me yesterday as I traveled to Arlington. Normally, this is a pretty uneventful trip, taking the better part of two and a half hours. Yesterday however, there was traffic of monumental proportions. It took me four hours to get from Charlottesville to my destination in Arlington.
For no particular reason, there was traffic EVERYWHERE! I've never quite seen it like that and I travel out of the normal rush just to avoid it. No such luck yesterday.
A couple of observations I made while puttering down the road. Firstly, no matter how ambitious or grand of scale the Commonwealth could possibly dream of in terms of a road construction project to ease this nonsense, it would never, ever be enough. There's simply not enough square milage to put all the roads necessary to handle the amount of traffic that travels on them. Even if you paved over the entire free space of NoVA...there STILL wouldn't be enough road.
Secondly, people drive like idiots. It's amazing the things I saw people do yesterday. I haven't seen that many middle fingers since leaving Northern New Jersey!
Thirdly, who in the hell was responsible for the design of the Springfield interchange? My Westie dog, sans thumbs, could have designed a better project using his paws, tail, nose, a can of Play-Doh and an Erector set! Holy mackerl, what an abomination!
The sad part of this commentary...I have to drive to Vienna tommorrow! Thursday of the first holiday weekend of the summer! See you on Monday!
Say your prayers!
posted by Chris Brancato at 2:54 PM
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