Isn’t it funny about cars? The more comfortable they get, and the nicer they are to hang around in, the more drivers complain about being in them. And so, to soothe the addled nerves of those who carry large metal living rooms around with them, we builld more roads.
Take this example, lifted from the blog of OR Melling, showing the M3 motorway currently under construction in Ireland. It passes through the Hill of Tara archaeological complex, an important historical site (as well as a nice looking area).
Now, is there any way in hell that a fat ribbon of tarmac, covered in a river of metal and fumes, is better than the countryside it will dissect and ruin?
So what if it takes time to get somewhere in a car? If you ask me, it fucking should. You think it is problematic that moving between two physically seperated locations incurs a temporal cost? So what do you people want here, wormholes? Magic spells? Of should we cover the whole world in permanent trails on the off chance that you may want to use them some day?
Oh but people will “save time” with this motorway (at least temporarily – all the indications are that more road surface encourages more car use). Yeah, fantastic, and what will they do with this time they have saved? Work extra? Go shopping? Drink beer? Or perhaps watch TV?
I know – instead of building roads and encouraging more cars to use them why not just ban television? And there you go – you’ve now saved everybody 4 hours a day at least without sticking a single spade in the ground or insulting the bones of our ancient dead! What a bargain!