imagining driving on a road out in the wilderness - i'm picturing terrain like the dakota badlands - and happening upon this bizarre nexus of orthogonally-facing traffic lights, a left turn made of concatenated 4-way intersections, for no apparent reason; then continuing on my journey, haunted, changed for the experience.
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in reply to @vectorpoem's post:
The end of my time in Houston was also around the end of Bob Lanier's term as mayor, and that term ended with the revelation of a series of scandals around city contracting and road improvement projects that the alt-press reported on with glee. A lot of the scandals involved corruption allegations where unnecessary work was steered to a particular construction company and then (at least in some cases) never performed. The Houston Press dug up one example where a company charged the City of Houston for a resurfacing or something, but then instead just filled up a concrete truck with concrete, drove out to some random abandoned lot somewhere, dumped the concrete, and drove away.
I've always wondered about that abandoned lot. Did the neighborhood kids find that lot, and what did they think? An unkept grass area, in the center of which is a concrete mat for no reason at all. Or considering that they reportedly didn't actually finish the concrete, would it have even been level? Was there just a large concrete mound in the middle of a field somewhere? Like a guerilla abstract-art sculpture, or the world's most unsafe playground equipment.
i'll bet someone who's worked a cement mixer IRL could tell us for sure, but yeah i'm definitely imagining just an uneven mound of solid concrete, a weird little hard hill.
semi-related, i grew up at the edge of texas subdivision construction territory and do remember seeing tall mounds of unused dirt and gravel (used to level the ground before pouring foundations, i think?) just sitting around as a kid. one year it snowed and they became pretty decent little sledding hills. (they were probably only like 10 feet tall or so, but i was ~5 years old and that was plenty tall for a good sled run)
And I met a guy there.
And he was so cool.
Offered me a deal, sweet as anything.
Didn't cost me nothing either!
it's called Theodore Roosevelt state park & often times there will be a horse in the middle of it
it's the sudden 45 degree inclines, that's what gets you. cars hate those
I feel like this would be in a horror version of Crazy Taxi, where you do delivery for a defunct web-store in a post-apocalypse rural America and get penalized for making left turns but have to do all your deliveries in a time limit to get paid.