After a 10 year absence from driving the city`s main road, I decided it was time to man up and get with the program.
If No. 5 Road is called the "Highway to Heaven" then No. 3 Road should be called the "Highway to Hell." Only a demented town planner could come up with such a terrifying experience.
That I could enter at Granville Avenue at a biological age of 70 and exit at Bridgeport Road at a biological age of 90 is a miracle in itself - but it happened.
A journey down No. 5 Road is like a pleasant Sunday drive in a pastoral setting, whereas a drive down No. 3 Road is like a wild chaotic ride through a red light district on a Saturday night, with buses making left hand turns from the right lane, to some drivers braking for green lights and other drivers accelerating through yellow ones.
Red lights seem to be a concern only for some drivers while VIP`s (very important pedestrians) can do what ever they want.
My fond memories of Richmond include ditches big enough to hide a bus in, a bracing walk past a farmers field covered in manure, to the reassuring aroma of Steveston`s fish plants during herring season.
This new Richmond is just too much for me, and I wonder where will it ever end.
After 45 years here it may be time to cash in my chips and follow the "Highway to Heaven!"
Alan Halliday, Richmond
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