2023-11-09 11:28:00
A confession: this humble mood post has something selfish about it. It seeks, at least a little, to reassure its author. Who, since the start of the school year in September, and despite the holidays, has observed in an absolutely non-empirical manner, hoping not to be the only one in the case, that Brussels is becoming totally impractical for the (ugly) motorist that we remain, facing the course of the car-hunting political-ideological wind.
Of course, capital, big city, commuters, cough. Driving in Brussels during rush hour has never been easy. But, for several weeks, we have been in something else: a permanent encirclement by construction sites, which makes crossing the city hellish, at almost any time. We eat our steering wheel at the construction site as we approach the Van Praet bridge (which will reduce this important access to Brussels from three lanes to… one), we crash in the Louise tunnel, at a complete standstill, or Bota , on a band and at a snail’s pace. Neither Waze nor ChatGPT have what it takes in their algorithms to thwart the mobility policy of the capital, where, on a Thursday, 3:30 p.m., school vacation period, it takes 1 hour 15 minutes to type a Koekelberg-Boitsfort – a small 12 km in a straight line, counting wide.
So of course, we need more cycle paths (like many motorists, we are also cyclists), obviously, the public roads in Brussels do not only belong to motorists. But what the hell, they still exist, numerous and obligatory… And live a daily hell which costs in mental health, in pollution, in time and money!
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