Recent road construction has altered my preferred route to work.
Not only is it slightly inconvenient, it takes longer — OK, it only adds maybe 60-90 seconds, but it raises my blood pressure.
As a way to help reduce stress, some professionals suggest to stop and smell the roses along the way. I’m good with that except when driving to work. I just want to get there in the quickest, most efficient way possible.
While Archimedes, the famous ancient Greek mathematician and inventor, is credited with saying, “The shortest distance between two points is a straight line,” it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. However, since I can’t barrel through houses and yards, I have calculated my perfect route to work.
I didn’t come up with any sort of mathematical equation. Although, I did factor in the number of stop lights, typical traffic patterns and the width of roads to set my path.
All that went out the window the latter part of July as crews began working on different phases of construction projects on Hermiston Avenue. Initially, it wasn’t too much of a hassle — except driving home at night when I didn’t see the “Bump” sign. It was a jarring experience to hit it while traveling 30 mph.
Those who regularly travel on Hermiston Avenue can attest that driving on the completed part is pretty sweet. But another phase of the project continues to require detours.
While trying to determine my alternate route, I’ve come across some interesting things — and by interesting, I mean not quite right.
A number of years ago some friends asked John and I to “babysit” their truck. After being parked in front of our house several days, it mysteriously disappeared. When I called to report it stolen, I found out it had been towed — in accordance with city ordinance. I wonder why someone didn’t knock on our door and ask if we were aware of the 72-hour rule.
It’s not that I want other people to have to pay to free their rigs from incarceration, but I don’t understand why other vehicles in town can sit for weeks, even months — if not years. Case in point, my alternate route took me by a truck that was jacked up with tires missing. Whoever was working on it even put little reflector tabs up — which evidently kept the tow truck at bay.
Even more disturbing is a vehicle with tags that expired nearly two years ago. I don’t know how long it’s been derelict on the street — but certainly more than 72 hours as evidenced by the weeds that “have a prevailing height of more than 15 inches” growing around it in cracks in the pavement, which is out of compliance with property nuisances.
Looking at city ordinances has been an eye-opening experience. It appears we may have violated the law when recently draining our little swimming pool. It got me a bit heated — and don’t even get me started on the ordinance about removal of ice and snow.