Saturday afternoon–as far as I can remember, the stop sign is standing.
Sunday–it started innocently enough, someone hit the stop sign at the corner of North 14th Avenue and Fremont Avenue North over night, and yours truly took this picture.
“Think it’s the result of distracted walking?”, my transportation-nerd friends chuckled politely.
(In hindsight, someone called 311 and the Minneapolis sign crew came out with a temporary stop sign within only a few hours).
Monday–something this girl from Detroit would never have suspected could happen, happened. Less than 24 hours after the first photo was taken…the stop sign is standing again! I ran home with my over-filtered Instagram (cats ahead) photo of this delightful surprise and proclaimed my enthusiasm for the Minneapolis Public Works sign crew on social media. While this celebration was happening, the stop sign was having a different experience. Later sitting on the front porch, we watched a tow truck with a smashed up SUV make a U-turn and thought nothing of it.
Tuesday–I’m not kidding. This is going to require a new pole. Also, holy cow, it gives me pause to think what this amount of force would do to a human body.
Thursday–if you look closely you can also the tidy pile of SUV parts on the ground. I’m guessing the new pole explains the 48-hour turn around this time. The speed with which this beleaguered stop sign was righted yet again still knocks my socks off. Granted, my previous home has set a low bar for my expectations.
All is now right again with the world. But, if you were to ask me if maybe traffic speeds on Fremont Avenue North were too high, my answer would be…yes.
this is a great post!
And yes, the smashed signs (and now on 26th street, bollard stumps) really are a horrible warning for pedestrians and cyclists of how dangerous drivers routinely are.
Ugh! Truly desire places like these get massive boulders or bollards that would eff-up a car driven by someone that careless.
Maybe the city should pair stop signs with fire hydrants to help drivers resist the urge to mow them down. 🙂