Asphalt

Let the repaving begin! Yesterday morning I saw the paving "train" heading north on Lincoln Street from a few blocks down. Quite the operation they have with multiple dump trucks cycling through to dump asphalt piles for the machine to heat and spread before the roller makes it all flat and smooth.


The operation spans about a quarter of the length of the block, the part in the picture is the heating element I think and it sits somewhere in the middle.


Evidently this part spreads and flattens the heated asphalt.


The final product is pretty sweet looking for all sorts of playing in the street . . . street hockey anyone? If you want to get a game going you will be able to find me riding in endless circles on new asphalt, that is if they get done with the two remaining passes to complete the surface.


Evidently I (or somebody) has angered the wind gods, take your pick of mythologies. Just to be safe, there will be a ritual sacrifice of some sort every day of the week from here on out until the winds cooperate! Who doesn't love a burnt offering of toast, beef, lamb, chicken, grilled vegetables?


I guess for simplicity sake, I'll just go with the Greek Mythology and hit up Astraeus and his four sons. Astraeus took the easy way out, had some kids and pimped out his responsibilities to his four sons, a different wind direction for each. I think as of late there has been some serious collusion between the four of them as the wind has been coming from everywhere.