around my city up to a year ago there was a road which, starting from the periphery almost by accident, was thrown in flat countryside of Veneto, withdrawing from mulberry trees, cypresses, villas and country houses until you reach a small village now turned into a dormitory, not farther than six miles from the city.
On this road, as bike path taken by my fellow citizens, he was always nice to welcome the spring with sports bikes most romantic, suitable even for the families with children, who learned about the trip on the bicycle seat of his father waiting to grow up to be able to walk with their legs and on his bike.
The goal was usually consists of a delicatessen old, whose owner prepares you still happy with the cup or a sandwich with salami.
Recently, all around the city was built a bypass, very comfortable, those that are set for speed, forbidden to bicycles, carts, horses and everything that does not emit exhaust gas, surrounded by guard-rail metal almost to divide the city from the countryside as the walls of ancient times.
Today the company to achieve the romantic path would cross a street or two round ones where the cars whizzing at a rate dangerous for cyclists and impractical for small adults. But even if riusciste to cross the dangerous border, we would welcome a bitter surprise. By one of those urban mysteries more suitable to the lack of environmental sensitivity of the sixties to the present day, from the large roundabout off a long straight asphalt, a sort of acceleration track to nowhere, which is surrounded by tall guardrails metal hurts the campaign for a few miles to lead nowhere, since in that direction there is nothing to reach even the most motivated of motorists. In fact, after no more than two or three miles this highway mysterious changes abruptly to die in a small country lane where two of those machines do not go side by side.
The speculation about a work that is as mysterious are wasted. There are those who theorize about extraterrestrials, who would use the ring to take a run to another galaxy, and who claims to have heard that our administrators have had in mind to build a new bridge over the river Trebbia (for reasons still more mysterious than cha led to the construction of the road), but then, common sense or simply for lack of funds, have finally given up the business.
Now this tangential to nothing, surrounded by her metal cage carefully, cut like a horrible wound to the countryside where there were roads, trails, fields, trees, and constitutes an impassable boundary from side to side.
Of course, the road is opened to traffic and I guess that might be of recreation for our young people bored on Saturday night, for example, to restore the custom of Illegal Street, races acceleration also celebrated by film and song. For some paradox or a sense of humor, the edges of the highway to hell signs that were placed the maximum speed is 50 km / h, making it even more absurd the presence of the ferocious guard-rail: What is creating an ice dragster protected by guard rails, then if the maximum speed must be the town?
There were no better way to surround the flower beds and perhaps with a few small trees that would grow over time enough to give shade? Or maybe the purpose of the mysterious main road is just to make money photographing motorists routed here from round like insects in a spider's web?
Chagrin of these few kilometers torn from nature and the laws of good taste is still nothing more than a local problem, only to those unlucky people who appreciate a ride a bicycle instead of shopping in a mall or a talk show on TV.
What I wonder is rather in this post, because every time two thousand years in building a new road, instead of entering into the environment, technicians ANAS (or anyone else for them) feel compelled to surround it with those high fences of metal that are the guard-rail, tailored to deface the environment and encourage motorists to the maximum speed allowed by its own motive?
Because every time you send up some road graders, the intervention is always the right curves, create straight and put guard rails as if the next Grand Prix Formula 1 were to move right in there? And for what they insult then you add a straight speed limit and speed cameras, for "security" road?
ANAS is said to hate the beautiful shady avenues than once because it is suspected that the cypress trees, when there are no witnesses, scaglino against innocent motorists passing through. And that they have to hate the curves because they prevent the driver to apply the agency to speed limits.
Sadly, the mentality of f ly-over areas . On the one hand there is a city. On the other there is a beach or a ski slope. In between is the only way to go to get there as quickly as possible.
I wonder when the country that gave birth to the Renaissance has lost the sense of beauty.