That pavement doesn’t look so bad, but I guess if you have all those heavy sugar trucks going up and down a steep hill, you want perfection.
So on two recent nights an assortment of apocalyptic machines with lights and smoke and noises ground up the old asphalt and put down new. I was super impressed at how quickly and efficiently the whole process seemed to go.
And then the machines themselves got loaded onto trucks and moved in to their next assignment. This one was shedding lumps of asphalt mix as it trundled up the road. A disgusted bus driver, who had to wait for the loading process anyway, got out and kicked the lumps off the road, waving his arms, muttering, shaking his head. Bus drivers, as their union reps will eagerly explain, have to put up with a lot.