Thursday, October 29, 2009

Grrrr...

I'm about to enter deepest Indianapolis to meet Shootin' Buddy for breakfast. I'm studying the map looking for a place to park when it occurs to me that I'd like to meet the inventor of one-way streets in a dark alley with a tee ball bat.

12 comments:

Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

Nah. You need a clue bat.

Roberta X said...

Downtown would be worse without them -- but they're the reason I try to allow extra time for any trips within the Mile Square.

Anonymous said...

You have no idea. Imagine living up here in Boston where one way streets are the norm and cabbies don't pay attention to them... It makes for interesting driving!

WV: uncann - as opposed to Can

Caleb said...

Yeah, I can't imagine what a fustercluck downtown Indy would be without the one way streets to keep things sort of moving along nicely.

Anonymous said...

Just bring a cup of coffee :)

Tam said...

I brought a 1911, like I always do.

And I brought my turse.

Mark Alger said...

One way streets == creeping fascism. Resist. "I saw the signs, officer. I was only GOING one way!"

M

aczarnowski said...

The Integra with a manual always stays home in favor or the Cherokee with an auto when downtown is a possibility.

One-ways make me crazy. Especially the negative reinforcement signage. Big black arrow means WAIT not that way! Dammit.

Maybe a little positive signage once in a while? And maybe some clarity through removal of the 62 other signs, lights, pavement paint indicators, crossing arms, light rail flashers, arrows, negated arrows, bangles and beads?

BTW: Minneapolis just changed over two classically one-way, high traffic streets to two-way with a Euro style bike lane behind the (off hour) parking lane. It, surprisingly, seems to be going well.

Joanna said...

A tee ball bat?! Good Lord, woman, are you trying to get arrested?

JohnMXL said...

Use an aluminum L'ville Slugger - apparently they are now considered the EBRs of the bat world.

Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

I hate that "ting" when they bounce of someone's head, though.

Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

"bounce off"

Sheesh.

(w.v.: fraccis. "She broke up the fraccis with her Louisville Slugger."