Saturday, May 08, 2010


On our walk yesterday, we counted out the newly laid TEN speed bumps down at the harbour road.   It is not a  terribly long road, yet it was deemed that ten of these carbuncles were required.  Along this area, there is a safe walkway, a coach/bus park, a furniture shop, empty commercial premises, a glass-maker who works part-time in his workshop, garaging, mostly housing small boats, and a café. Generally, there is no traffic concern during the day.  If there was some honesty in this matter, there's not very much to worry about at other times either.  

There is a fair bit of grumbling on the lines of overkill. I wonder if the bumps are set at a width (two at each point in the road) that allows the current axle measurements of emergency vehicles, such as ambulances and fire engines, to ride safely through the 'blockades' at speed.

The road bumps have pushed the few two and four wheeled 'racers' one street back where people live. Clever that. There's another road that accesses the harbour road by the café, it is a conservation area.  It used to be very quiet; not any more. Anyone who values their vehicle exhaust pipe and body work, or bicycle wheel, now uses that route. Wherever did intelligent social planning go?


Anonymous said...

has there ever been intelligent social planning?

down here, you have to negotiate endless speed-bumps and potholes just to get to the nearest shops.

ZACL said...

Ah yes, pot holes... they can be added to the obstacle course these days. It was like that in the mid 1980's. There's nothing new.

Perhaps I was aiming too high, juxtaposing social planning with intelligence. Why do people do qualification courses in the subject, I wonder?

Anonymous said...

they must have to prove beyond reasonable doubt that they haven't got the faintest idea what the job involves...i can think of no other explanation!

ZACL said...

now that's a bit of obverse and subversive thought.

It's just possible, that the studying and training I thought had something to do with the matter was on an entirely different plane.