OOoooh, I hate it when that happens! Wow. We had one flood years ago when roads, highways, all byways were underwater. It was scary and wierd. Glad you got home OK.
OOoooh, I hate it when that happens! Wow. We had one flood years ago when roads, highways, all byways were underwater. It was scary and wierd. Glad you got home OK.
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Welcome to not even being on the list of "have to make sure the roads are passable." Hopefully, but not necessarily, the floods aren't that common. Don't count on the planners to have thought that was important. (What is important is that they can say "we have X miles of bike path." They don't have to be *usable* bike paths. Even most of the bike advocacy group definitions of "bike friendly" use criteria like "miles of bike paths" and "how much did you spend," instead of factoring in what is actually *useful* or *safe,* and that's a bone of contention among many serious commuters.)
You might find out who's the "highway" person in your town so you can let them know... so they will know somebody cares. It might taek a few calls ("who do I call to tell about a problem with a bike path?" and when they act clueless then say "who would I talk to about a problem with the roads?")
we've been lucky for the most part here: our bike paths have stayed above the flash floods but I still have to cross the street gutters which are "cricks" as we used to call them in Indiana and the bike path is so full of debris I went out today and shovelled one section of it coz the loose gravel/rocks was making it unsafe to ride through.
Just as a footnote: New Mexico was 256% above our avg rainfall for the month of July and - the last time I saw - 234% above for Aug.....we have goat head thornbushes that have become hedges due to the rain and when they thorn out - we are going to be in Big Trouble!!![]()
(going home to put the Kevlar tires on the new bike)
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"