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Things that make you SAD thread.

Oh my God, Paddy. I’m so, so sorry. Fuck.
 
My little dachsund has just been run over. I am absolutely devastated.

I will see you at the rainbow bridge when it is my time little Yorkie. We will play again then, my wonderful little friend. Until then, I will miss you every day.
All the best Paddy thoughts are with you mate.
 
They do them like that here. Outside the place where I was staying the New England highway has a monster pothole on a bend. Two blokes with rakes and a bit of bitumen every three months or so put a pile down and reverse their little truck over it to press it in. Ten minutes later a 50 tonne semi-trailer goes through and smashes the living fuck out of the repair and back to square one.

They need to close the road, scrape about 10 square metres off, and properly resurface. But the two blokes with rakes probably are on $60 an hour for these "repairs".
 
Same in North Carolina. And just as terribly impermanent.
 
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They do them like that here. Outside the place where I was staying the New England highway has a monster pothole on a bend. Two blokes with rakes and a bit of bitumen every three months or so put a pile down and reverse their little truck over it to press it in. Ten minutes later a 50 tonne semi-trailer goes through and smashes the living fuck out of the repair and back to square one.

They need to close the road, scrape about 10 square metres off, and properly resurface. But the two blokes with rakes probably are on $60 an hour for these "repairs".
To solve the (pothole) problem anywhere they need to over-excavate down to sub-base and reinstate the carriageway instead of just filling the hole.
 
They started doing that round my way. They don't now. Unfortunately a cheap quick fix that'll eventually need to be repeated looks better on the budget sheets than spending the money on a lasting solution.
 
They started doing that round my way. They don't now. Unfortunately a cheap quick fix that'll eventually need to be repeated looks better on the budget sheets than spending the money on a lasting solution.
A cheap quick fix also makes for good (short term) PR.
 
Considering it is probably the second biggest arterial route between Sydney and Brisbane the state of the New England highway here is absolutely shocking. Some stretches resemble Passchendaele in 1918.
 
Considering it is probably the second biggest arterial route between Sydney and Brisbane the state of the New England highway here is absolutely shocking. Some stretches resemble Passchendaele in 1918.
The only place I've been in Oz where there are very few potholes is (unsurprisingly) Canberra.
 
Between Stanthorpe and Warwick if you weren't feeling a pothole it was because you were going over the dead kangaroo in one. Dreadful piece of road.
 
I was thinking the other night driving home, literally weaving into oncoming traffic, then into bus lanes and cycle lanes then back across the other way again avoiding potholes for the entire journey about the societal collapse/managed decline etc etc and how it (pitifully) compares to the ‘good old days’.

That journey did in fact remind me of visiting Kiev in 1991 immediately after independence where the taxi driver was constantly weaving left and right with everyone else forced to do the same. Nobody batted an eyelid, there was just acceptance and it feels that acceptance is creeping in here too.

You used to drive abroad and be relieved to get home to decent roads, but increasingly feels it’s the other way round now.
 
I was thinking the other night driving home, literally weaving into oncoming traffic, then into bus lanes and cycle lanes then back across the other way again avoiding potholes for the entire journey about the societal collapse/managed decline etc etc and how it (pitifully) compares to the ‘good old days’.

That journey did in fact remind me of visiting Kiev in 1991 immediately after independence where the taxi driver was constantly weaving left and right with everyone else forced to do the same. Nobody batted an eyelid, there was just acceptance and it feels that acceptance is creeping in here too.

You used to drive abroad and be relieved to get home to decent roads, but increasingly feels it’s the other way round now.
Same over here. Drive through the towns (villages) and cities (towns) and the roads are in absolute bits, road markings disappeared as well. I was in Dublin yesterday, pot holes, broken pavements, boarded up shops (many of them fine, old buildings), litter everywhere, graffiti on walls, bins, shutters. The decay and decline is shameful.
 
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