Dont get me wrong. I love the new Florida Road. But how come the lane going out of town is 30 miles per hour while the lane coming in is 35 mph? Its the same road. This seems weird but not a big deal. On the Road Again
Weird. Not a big deal. Florida Road.
You hit the Action Line trifecta! And that provides an excuse to call up our friend Gregg Boysen, the citys engineer.
Its been a tough summer for Gregg. But he wasnt fazed by another pesky question about the much-maligned construction project.
The city recognizes the importance of being to work on time, so the speed limit is faster on that inbound section. It keeps people from being fired for being late, thus preserving the economy and keeping local unemployment from increasing, he said and then laughed.
OK, the real reason? he asked. It was based on engineering and recommended design standards.
The section in question is from Chapman Hill to Holly Avenue. The eastbound lane is indeed 30 mph, but the westbound lane allows for 35 mph traffic.
As you head out of town eastbound, there are 15 side roads and driveways accessing Florida Road on your left.
On the other side of the street, there are only 10 side roads and driveways.
Any time you have more access points, you have more potential for crashes and conflicts. So the speed limit is lower for better safety.
That said, just because you can go 35 into town doesnt mean you can go 45.
And for Petes sake, hang up the phone!
Its hard enough to concentrate, let alone anticipate what the crazy drivers on Riverview are going do when theres the slightest gap in traffic at the roundabout and its 7:55 a.m., which is Durangos morning Rush Minute.
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Like the zucchini you planted with the best of intentions, the Mea Culpa Mailbag has grown to nearly unmanageable proportions through simple summerlong neglect.
So lets harvest some goodies.
Our good friend Darrell Mir has a priceless addition to a recent column that mentioned how Mrs. Action Line learned how to drive in a miserable excuse of a car, a burnt-orange Chevette with ignition problems.
I can top that, Darrell said with a laugh. You know Darrell. He works at Kroegers and is one of the nicest people at the store.
Darrell proudly admits his first car was a yellow 1969 Plymouth Valiant Signet, featuring a futuristic push-button transmission.
It was a great car but every time I turned left, the engine would die. So I had to plan my routes carefully, Darrell said with a laugh.
One day I came out of the house, and I smelled something bad. Flames were shooting out of the hood. The Signet hadnt been driven for a while but somehow it caught fire and burned. Must have been spontaneous combustion.
Darrell vaguely recalls that his next vehicle was a pint-size, underpowered Chevy Luv pickup.
Now that was a piece of junk, he said, adding, I have a penchant for loser cars. No wonder why nobody wanted a ride with me home from school.
Last weeks exposé on chicken wings caused quite a flap, as several readers lamented that commercial chicken wings are actually halves called drumettes and flats.
Mary Lou Liles summed it up best in an iPad correspondence: Give me the whole dang wang or ding wing or whatever!
People were less disturbed about the revelation that chickens back meat is now being marketed as a third alternative chicken wing.
Indefatigable gastronome Chuck Norton minced no words: Parts is parts.
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