Thursday, December 29, 2005
Don Watson, eat your heart out. (Other organs optional, depending on what ones are excess to requirements now that the Goanna's gone.)
There was some plain english I forgot to include in my email to the Moonee Valley council requesting speed humps at the intersection upon which we’re precariously perched as the drivers proceed at mach speed 5.0 along the uphill/downhill Lebanon St chicane or alternatively resurface the intersection with their ever diminishing Pirelli tread.
Now, had I been to the Council site and read the following then I would have had my people talk to their people using language that everyone would have understood and which would have had all parties coming away from the full and frank exchange of views swathed in a warm inner glow.
“Following the three month trial period, Essendon Airport has offered to assist with funding the installation of threshold traffic calming treatments in Dublin, Balmoral, Windsor, Holyrood and Cranwell Avenues at Bulla Road should they be required.”
Speed harrumphs off in all directions at once leaving behind a pall of I love the smell of burning rubber in the wee small hours of the morning.
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