To Whom It May Concern
This is an open letter to the person who designed and/or built the JFX:
What exactly the fuck were you thinking? Did you purposefully design this to be a horrible piece of shit highway? No twelve mile expanse of road should ever take an hour to traverse. No highway should have dips, curves, and angles like yours. People are fucking scared of curves and angles! God help them- a highway should be straight! So all the little scared people brake. And all of the rich people in racy sports cars switch lanes without checking their blindspots- hell- why should mere mortals not let the BMW's and the Audis pass?!
And let me tell you, I wish I could speed ahead. But my brakes and my engine are going to wear out in three weeks from riding people's asses and running red lights only to stop short again because the next line of cars has not moved. And does not move for three cycles of an intersection.
Lets not forget that public transportation also depends on this system. Next time your sedan is next to a bus, think about who would win in an accident. I'm betting you'd let the bus go every time, even if you have to wait for some cracked out prostitute to stumble off at the next light.
I'm also really proud of you for your interesting use and lack of using medians and free space. My second favorite jam (behind the "oh god there are curves and no merge areas" backup) is the one where a car breaks down and no one can get around it! More accident occur from the fuckups who can't figure out how to go around.
So basically, we have about a couple thousand people trying to get in and out of the city each day. Everyone wants in or out pretty fast, but they are scared to death of this fucking piece of shit highway. We all experience three or four (or more!) near death experiences within those 12 miles, and the jfx has probably singlehandedly caused a group raise of blood pressure and heart attack rates for all involved. Wonder why my hair is getting grayer? Check out the loose joints on your overpasses!
You better hope I don't find out where you live. There are toliet paper rolls, eggs, and a special level of hell for assholes like you.
(and I'm spent).
What exactly the fuck were you thinking? Did you purposefully design this to be a horrible piece of shit highway? No twelve mile expanse of road should ever take an hour to traverse. No highway should have dips, curves, and angles like yours. People are fucking scared of curves and angles! God help them- a highway should be straight! So all the little scared people brake. And all of the rich people in racy sports cars switch lanes without checking their blindspots- hell- why should mere mortals not let the BMW's and the Audis pass?!
And let me tell you, I wish I could speed ahead. But my brakes and my engine are going to wear out in three weeks from riding people's asses and running red lights only to stop short again because the next line of cars has not moved. And does not move for three cycles of an intersection.
Lets not forget that public transportation also depends on this system. Next time your sedan is next to a bus, think about who would win in an accident. I'm betting you'd let the bus go every time, even if you have to wait for some cracked out prostitute to stumble off at the next light.
I'm also really proud of you for your interesting use and lack of using medians and free space. My second favorite jam (behind the "oh god there are curves and no merge areas" backup) is the one where a car breaks down and no one can get around it! More accident occur from the fuckups who can't figure out how to go around.
So basically, we have about a couple thousand people trying to get in and out of the city each day. Everyone wants in or out pretty fast, but they are scared to death of this fucking piece of shit highway. We all experience three or four (or more!) near death experiences within those 12 miles, and the jfx has probably singlehandedly caused a group raise of blood pressure and heart attack rates for all involved. Wonder why my hair is getting grayer? Check out the loose joints on your overpasses!
You better hope I don't find out where you live. There are toliet paper rolls, eggs, and a special level of hell for assholes like you.
(and I'm spent).