Oranges, carrots, the early evening deep sunsets. Just a few things that I have a new perspective of now. What wonderful memories those and other things orange used to bring me. Now, it is so different. Maybe the joy isn’t forever lost.
What you might be asking, has brought this change. ORANGE cones, ORANGE barrels, ORANGE signs! Construction
zones! I never realized how pervasive they were, until I started driving a truck. Areas of the country are in a perpetual state of construction. They just change the area of the road they are working on. In some cases they don’t even do that. Don’t get me started on Chicago!!
To late. The Tri-State Toll is one of those special roads that is always under construction. I will drive a hundred miles out of my way to avoid driving through Chicago. Before they were even half way done putting in the I-Pass booths, the contract for the Express Toll Lanes was finalized. Did they stop putting in the I-Pass booths? No! They spent the next two years putting them in, only to immediately tear them down to put in the Express Lanes. Our tax dollars wisely used, don’t you think?
Why is it that when DOT is working on a small section of road they have to shut down one or more lanes for three miles in each direction? Can anyone explain this to me? I understand they need a safe buffer zone for the blind idiot 4-wheelers. But, come on three miles.
Now I wouldn’t mind all the construction if they did it right the first time. Interstates should be built to last at least 40 years. Not repaired every few years. I guess that’s what you get when you give the contracts to the lowest bidder.
Well enough moaning.
