Why streets are a mess, part 42: This morning, a DTE contractor repaired pavement in front of my home. Instructions were left for me not to drive on it for two days. While the asphalt was still warm, a city refuse truck ran right through it. [photo]
Reminds me of car production in the ’70s: everything is someone else’s fault, and no one’s responsibility.
I agree it’s a shame that it was messed up. But I’m curious: did anyone inform the city? How do you expect the truck driver was supposed to know?
Pavement repair contractor on White & Sycamore streets left orange cones for rest of day. Also, a bicycle can nicely groove warm asphalt that a car would not.