I thought long and hard about how I could write down my feelings about this botched road project. I finally decided to use the David Letterman approach and list the top five reasons that I think the project has been botched.
5. The designer did not clearly specify how the work was to be performed by the contractor. Obviously, no one really understood the job. The bone-jarring utility ditch patches in the road are terrible.
4. If the project specifications are correct, and also clear, then the City project construction managers have clearly not enforced the construction “rules.” Exact specifications or not, the contractor should not have been allowed to do the things that have been done.
3. The contractor clearly does not know how to patch pavement ditches. Even after the latest paving there are still some bumps at the patch locations, and that means they will most likely be there when the “final” paving is done, which is “sometime” in the spring — many months after the promised construction completion date.
2. The City allowed another contractor to schedule work on NE 180th Street that closed the street for the majority of the summer! What was the City thinking to close off one of the shortest detours for those of us who need to get into downtown Woodinville?
1. The City Council allowed it to happen! There is no doubt that during the construction, City Council members drove through the project. Therefore, they know how bad the roadway surface is and did nothing to get it corrected. Now we must all endure even more months of bone-jarring drives.
And finally, when this project is over there will not be more lanes for through traffic! True, there will be cute retaining walls, decorative metal handrails, sidewalks (with poles), a nice place for bicyclists and improved access for the adjacent property owners, but what about the rest of us? What was the Washington state TIB thinking by giving the City lots of public money for a major arterial roadway project that does little for the traveling public?
J.D. Chambers, Woodinville
If anyone has had any dealings with the Woodinville Post Office in the past, you will know what I’m talking about. The staff that I have had to deal with there are unprofessional, arrogant, lazy and impatient. The customer service there is the worst I’ve ever seen.
One of the mail carriers from there destroyed a section of my lawn and some stepping stones when they got their truck stuck. No note, just a complete mess, and a shovel thrown into my carport. When I called the office, the person I spoke to was arrogant and extremely unprofessional. He also hung up on me. I filed a police report.
And the government wonders why post office use is decreasing! As far as I’m concerned, with service like this, they can all close down. Good luck to anyone having to deal with the Woodinville Post Office. I’m getting a PO box at a non-post office facility!
P. Mcfarlane, Woodinville
I recently came across a quote by the novelist Cormac McCarthy that said, “You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”
The wisdom of those words rang true last week while driving our truck in Woodinville.
I was on my clueless way when the driver behind me ﬂashed his lights to get my attention. He thought he saw something hanging from my front tire.
At ﬁrst glance, neither of us could spot anything amiss. Then he felt the inside of the tire and found a large air bubble in the sidewall, about the size of my hand. He’d likely seen part of the rubber separating off.
His expression then switched from Good Samaritan to a look I remember on my father’s face after our old Ford LTD broke down on the side of the road. A tire had come loose from the axle with his teenaged daughter at the wheel. This could have been really bad.
The man advised me of the danger I faced from a blowout and suggested I not drive any farther than necessary. That way, he said, you won’t need us to come help you later. The observant man was driving a car that said “Woodinville Fire Dept.” on the side.
With Goodyear Tire just across the street on NE 175th, I crawled over, hazards ﬂashing, steering wheel gripped.
A sales manager named Jorge seemed to drop what he was doing to help me. He led the charge to unleash the spare tire that was cabled underneath the truck, secured by a rusted-out padlock.
A pair of wire cutters and 45 minutes later, I was back on my way. My neighbor, who I’d called for a possible ride home, kept me company.
This letter is my thank you note to the ﬁreﬁghter, the sales manager and the tireless Leah.
I regularly haul my child and horse with that truck. I’d done so just the day before.
So check your tires regularly, be grateful for the good people in our community and reconsider the next time you encounter “bad luck.”
Theresa Bujnoch, Woodinville