Something else that said council has a passion for is road humps, otherwise poetically known as 'sleeping policemen. Once last year, I counted how many I needed to navigate to drive a mile from our house. I can't remember the exact number but it was something like twenty four. I kid you not!
Most of these were on the newly resurfaced road, so I was delighted when our local councillor called round to ask how I felt about not having the humps replaced. Well OK, he did ask everyone else in the area as well and apparently, nearly all of us said the same thing - "Just don't!" I even offered to chain myself to some railings if that would help. He said it wouldn't, but thanked me all the same and it looks as if we have a result! The relevant lines have been painted, the workmen have departed and we have been left in peace, to celebrate the fact that our local journeys are now just that little bit smoother.
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We have lots of those poetic sleeping policemen too, but we call them potholes.
These are a pain. Some, here, are so high that if you go over them above 2 kph they take your exhaust pipe off. Unlike SP, I call them f*cking nuis*nces.
No, SP, potholes go down, humps go up. Mind you, we have plenty of potholes around here too.
Sounds like an excellent description, Cro.
If in the local elections the Nazi Jihad Party promised to eradicate all speed bumps from the roads of Sheffield, they would win with a Galloway-type landslide! In small cars especially the speed bumps are a bloody nightmare!
They are a pain in the butt - can you work your magic round here please - also tell our council that the diversion they have posted through our village is causing havoc with all the lorries and increased traffic - gone is the sleepy little village we are used to.
Good result - we have lots of humps down here and sleeping policemen too.. though most are kind some are not very kind to cars and motorcycles... xx
I think they might win here too, YP, especially if they also spoke welsh. ;)
Ah, you might need to threaten to chain yourself to railings, Elaine! ;)
Whoever invented them obviously hated wheeled vehicles with a passion!
Plenty of them here, and pot holes, all of which I could do without! Flighty xx
As a child, I used to laugh at tales of potholes in 18th century roads which were so big that a man could drown in them. Now, it seems like a much more realistic possibility.
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