Tuesday, March 19, 2013
While riding between Chiesina Uzzanese and Ponte Buggianese,
I catch an asphalt repair crew in the act of badly repairing the badly paved
streets. I regular ride bumpily over these attempts to patch the crumbling
asphalt, and I wrote an entry about this two years ago, “Another
mystery of Italian craftsmanship.” Today I get to see the actual work in
progress.
I stop to watch first from a distance. I guess “crew” was not
the right word to use. There is one man with a flatbed truck with some kind of
government insignia on the side. He is emptying plastic bags of cold mix
asphalt into a pothole that measures about 2 feet by 3 feet. His only tool
appears to be a square-point shovel. I ride up closer to take a photo, and he shakes his
head and walks up to me. No photos, he says. I don’t blame him. I’d be
embarrassed if I were caught repairing public streets with this kind of craftsmanship,
or lack thereof.
I tell him that I do street repairs in America, and he seems
to soften his stance. He holds up an empty bag of cold mix so that I can take a
photo of the bag with the pothole in the background, but I am still lining up
my camera when he sets the bag down and starts to walk off to go back to work—whoops,
he somehow made it into the photo. When he has dumped in another bag, he levels
it with the shovel and drives off. Passing cars will do the compacting for him.
The roads were breaking apart when I starting coming here in
2010, and they have worsened considerably in the past year. It must have been a
harsh winter. With the Italian economy performing poorly, I’m sure the road
maintenance budget has been curtailed. I almost never see any new road
construction or resurfacing of the existing roads. On the bright side, maybe
having entire roads made of speed bumps will slow down the crazy Italian
drivers.
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Postscript
I came across this quote a few days after posting this entry, and it seems especially fitting for our family, which ran a road construction business for more than half a century:
"I came to America because I heard the streets were paved with gold. When I got here, I found out three things: First, the streets weren't paved with gold; second, they weren't paved at all: and third, I was expected to pave them."
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Postscript
I came across this quote a few days after posting this entry, and it seems especially fitting for our family, which ran a road construction business for more than half a century:
"I came to America because I heard the streets were paved with gold. When I got here, I found out three things: First, the streets weren't paved with gold; second, they weren't paved at all: and third, I was expected to pave them."
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