Last year I got my solar light hopes dashed by the installation of a huge, green, interstate highway size sign at the crossroads. Well, this year, the powers that be decided that the two-lane slightly crooked cowpath that runs past La Yacata needed to be as spectacular as the new signage.
The entire construction process was hair-raising, to say the least. Every day, huge construction vehicles rolled up and down the road that I, on my piddly little motorcycle, used daily to get to town. Sometimes hot oil was spraying off the side, sometimes stones were pouring from the back of dump trucks, sometimes the backhoe was swinging its huge arm over my head.
So where were the construction guards, those guys that are supposed to signal danger ahead with little flags? Over there, in the shade of the mesquite. It was too damn hot to stand where they could be useful.
For weeks, it was always a surprise to come home after dark. See, in the afternoons, the huge dump trucks poured the next days’ rockpile on the road. Even if you thought you could jump the first mound of rocks, the piles were graduated in size, each progressively higher. Since these rock piles were not there when I went to town, the trek home after dark was a full-fledged adrenaline rush as I wove and swerved and attempted to stay somewhat on the road or at least keep from crashing. I suppose we should count our lucky stars that there were only two fatal accidents during the whole revamping.
The intersection has become this behemoth entranceway, fully capable of funneling at least 8 lanes of traffic.
After months of work, they have finally finished. Since completion, there have been four fatal accidents, one involving a donkey and his rider, at the intersection because THERE ARE NO LIGHTS! I can hardly wait to see what new improvements the benevolent government will bestow on us next year.