Road Woes in the Land of Anything Goes
This sign, hung way up high at Napoleon and Tchoupitoulas, reflects the feelings of lots of residents. I have found the only way to escape the low, angry thumping that rattles the whole car is to get behind the thump-mobile in your immediate vicinity. I remember remarking about the absence of this prevalent aspect of living in New Orleans right after the storm. It was so quiet. The return of the thump-mobiles marked the return of a passive sense of intimidation which is alive and well throughout the city today. Maybe I don’t ‘understand’ it. All I know is that it’s just freakin’ annoying. However, if I get behind them, my blood stops boiling immediately.
While I am on the subject of our roadway hell, a shout-out goes to the cautious drivers who are the lead-car at an intersection and are more than hesitant before entering the intersection on the green. These drivers exhibit the trademark of the experienced New Orleans driver. Forgiving the aggressive honks from people behind them, these ‘morons’ who seem not to realize the light has changed, are actually saving lives every day. With so many lights out for a year after the storm, this signature bad-habit never took a break on the streets of New Orleans after Katrina. In fact, it had gotten worse for a while due to people simply missing the temporary tripod stop sign signalling the lights were not working. Who needs traffic signals anyway? Today, as a mark of our healthy recovery, I see the intentional risky red-light running almost daily. Claiborne Ave. is particularly bad. However, as a testament to my nerves regarding driving around here, it only makes my blood run cold half of the time now.
I have found the only way to escape the low, angry thumping that rattles the whole car is to get behind the thump-mobile in your immediate vicinity.
This is a good position from which to launch an RPG straight into the offending vehicle’s muffler (if it has one) but be ready to swerve around the subsequent wreckage.
It’s clearly against the law, but God forbid one of NOPD’s mediocrity actually stop someone and site them for it, and eventually, arrest them for it after so many unpaid tickets. But the NOPD doesn’t care and I’ll never be convinced they give a fuck about anyone or anything.
NOPD = minimum wage with a gun. And I think they’re all scared.
NOPD clearly doesn’t focus enough on the quality of life stuff, even though they currently do have enough manpower to handle such things.
They’re nowhere near minimum wage. A regular officer gets paid about $42,000 per year, which even assuming 60 hour work weeks with no vacation or holidays would be about $13.50 per hour. It’s comparable to other cities.
I hate to say it, and I know I am going to get slammed for it (hence the “Anonymous”), but it sounds like someone caught a case of the old people.
I hate to say it, and I know I am going to get slammed for it (hence the “Anonymous”), but it sounds like someone caught a case of the old people.
Consider yourself slammed, you gutless coward.
I have to agree with the gutless coward. Big deal, we live in a city, there are bigger things to worry about.
I am over here in Sarasota, FL and they have long yellow lights and everybody waits because someone will keep going just to try to make it through the “yellow” light maybe. LOL. bam….