I can still hear Nat King Cole singing “If you ever plan to motor west, travel my way, take the highway, that’s the best.” But for gosh sake, don’t mess up the lines dividing lanes on Route 66, or you could turn the entire driving population into a bunch of confused people driving bumper cars and wondering why one parks in a driveway and drives on a parkway.
Well that’s pretty much what happened in northern Virginia the other day. Nothing made me feel more like welcoming that big asteroid destined to doom this planet than to watch people drive down the Picasso-like lines like lemmings off a cliff. Sure, I could go on a mini-rant about lackluster contractors doing terrible work, but at this point I consider it a sociological experiment to determine where we, as a society, stand in terms of intelligence.
We are in trouble.