Sometimes you just can't have nice things. Someone is gonna come along and destroy it. This is the retaining wall in front of my place. The road takes a very sharp curve at that very spot. It's been hit before, the last time was about 4 years ago.
Last week the landlord painted the wall the gray color you see here. This past Saturday, during the day in clear weather, this old fart in a brand new Acura fails to make the curve with the result as shown. Messed up his car real bad. It had to be towed. The speed limit on that road is 35 MPH. He must have been really flying. Karma got a dumbass.
I dunno... I'm with SpecMaster on this one. Painting that barrier wall grey, especially in today's batshit crazy world of constant stress, electronic leashes and jobs where they expect you to keep in touch and actually complete tasks while driving... It's like deliberately placing a booby-trap on the side of a busy highway. Sooner or later some booby is going to come along and get caught in it; the busier the highway, the sooner and more often.
Look at the scene from this smaller perspective; at first glance, it looks like just a shoulder on the highway. We paint curbs on divided highways yellow for the same reason; I see this as being no different.
If too many distracted drivers hit it like that guy, the owner could be sued for creating a public safety hazard. People are going to hit that camouflaged wall, and no matter whose fault each individual accident is, that retaining wall is going to get smashed until it caves in.
Bottom line is it was a fuckwit stupid poor choice of color, but it won't be especially expensive to fix. Much less expensive than rebuilding the retaining wall.
On the flip side of that argument, when I was a teenager I had to fight with my local highway department over a 200-year-old hickory tree and the hand-laid flagstone retaining wall and stone steps that led up to the farmhouse I grew up in; they came in with a whole fleet of trucks and heavy equipment, thinking they were just going to bulldoze it all down as it was a "safety hazard" to fuckwits on the highway that ran between the house and our barn. The chief engineer (or whomever the hell drew the short straw) they sent up to get my release signature on this "very important public works project" tried to mansplain it away to this dumb hick country boy that they didn't even need our permission, as everything in question was on their "Right of Way"; in retrospect the scene was very much like the opening of HitchHiker's Guide.
I explained that this entire property was owned (even the mineral rights) with just-researched title history dating back to the early 1800s; it predated ALL local government by half a century and therefore was grandfathered before any new regulations, and he could shove his release forms right up his docket. I then parked my OWN bulldozer and two huge tractors in their way, and immediately called my grand-dad's solicitor, who gladly took the case on contingency.
I'm proud to say that construction was held up for two months while they wrangled it out; eventually they were forced to leave the tree and the entire stone structure alone as it was required to keep our historic home from sliding down the hill onto the highway. The solicitor made buckets of money, and the Highway Dept was forced to put up overlapping guardrails in front of all of it to retain the usability of driveways, sidewalks, family mailbox and stone steps.
They DID paint those guardrails with reflective Federal Yellow paint, however.
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*ignorant asshole*