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This, quite frankly, boggles my mind. How could any city calling itself Canadian, and not situated among palm trees (you know who you are), not have defined residential-street snow removal? Even here in the soggy south of Ontario, we have the equipment and know how to use it, though municipal bean-counters rejoice every time a week passes without a Major Snowfall and we can leave the equipment shut off.
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You have to remember that the Prairies aren't just arid in summer, we're arid in winter too. It's very rare to get the kind of big dumps that are common further east. Residential streets spend most of winter covered in hardpacked snow with sand mixed in, and usually this isn't a big deal unless deep ruts develop. Of course, I'm just saying that because I live on a Priority 2 street.
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As an ex-Ontarian, I'd like to see the "bare street" policy we had there transported to here. Plow all streets, always. At the very least, it would increase safety; and possibly lower insurance premiums.
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And didn't Calgary have a serious, multi-house fire a couple of years ago because the fire trucks could not get through unplowed residential streets to get to the fire? If my neighbour's house burns, I don't want mine to burn down too, just because the fire trucks cannot get here.
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Hell, I paid it in Ontario. I didn't move here because of the lack of a sales tax.
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Waaaaait a minute, you're not a real Albertan at all, are you?
Do cities in southern Ontario actually plow and haul away all the snow off of residential streets? I thought they just pushed the snow to the side and waited a couple weeks for a warmish spell to melt the salted slush. I think prairie cities would be fine with sending a grader up and down residential streets, but then everyone would bitch about not being able to park for the next 4 months. |
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Yes, we truck away snow if it piles up so high that plows cannot do their jobs. Last edited by Muffin; 01-16-2012 at 11:18 PM. |
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They put up signs about 12 hours ahead of time blocking out a 7h-19h or 19h-7h time block where the road has to be clear and the crews will come through. For large roads, they do one side at a time, to allow residents to still have a place to park, and they make certain city parking lots free during the overnight block. Throughout the hour before the crews show up, tow trucks go around and sound a particular distinct siren and will wait next to cars for a minute or two to allow people who forgot/are clueless a chance to get out there and move their car. If no one shows up, they tow it, and leave your car on a neighbouring street, somewhere within a 5 block radius or somesuch. You can go wandering around to find it, or wait until the next day when the license plate number appears on the website to tell you where they dropped it, with the ticket. So, it's not like people who get their cars towed don't have more than enough warning to ensure that it doesn't happen! If the crews are done early, even if the signs are still up, you can park on the street again. You can tell if they are done - there's no more snow ![]() I don't know about Ontarian streets, but in Montreal, they do, literally, remove the snow from every street. They dump it in a quarry, an old train yard, and various other empty lots around the city. It takes about 5 days to one week to do, assuming another major snowfall doesn't make them start over on the major roads again. It's an incredibly efficient process and one of the few city services I never hear people bitch about (other than the shovelling!). After a heavy winter, the piles of snow in the dump sites often stick around until July or so.... |
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I talk about this to my friends here in Alberta, and they don't believe it. But it's true, as I'm sure the Ontario and Quebec Dopers will attest. |
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"Unless?" I'm not sure I've ever spent a winter in a prairie city without those friggin' ruts - you can hardly get into them, and once in, you can hardly get out again. And God forbid you should meet someone coming the other way - then you have to try to each climb out of the ruts and pass each other.
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I virtually never have to drive on unplowed streets.
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We always have lots of snow on our street - we're right behind Canada Olympic Park.
I'm convinced we get some of the snow they are always making - it blows our way if the wind is right. We are rutless currently, but it's only a matter of time. Could be worse - just across the street from us they can't part in front of their house or they'll get stuck. They have to take a good run at the driveway, too. Just the way the street dips, and where the snow collects when it blows around. |
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Do the ruts cause damage or premature wear and tear on vehicles?
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![]() -42ºC with the windchill today. I'm keeping myself warm with my burning anger at the thought of Northern Piper and family in Hawaii. |
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No worse than the bear trap potholes in Toronto, or the nids d'autruche in Montréal... (Yeah, I know, the proper expression is 'nids de poule'.)
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Heavy rain in the night, and it looks like more on the way, so we may go for a drive instead of hanging out on the beach. decisions, decisions... |
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Snow is not, however, hauled away from most streets, despite what Spoons said. It may be hauled away from major city streets, but on residential streets it's simply pushed off the street and left on people's lawns. No city in Ontario actually hauls away the snow from every street. Last edited by RickJay; 01-17-2012 at 12:42 PM. |
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That's the difference - Montreal does haul it away from every street. Ottawa does haul it away from some streets, but not all.
It costs a small fortune: about $145 million dollars is earmarked for snow clearing operations, with the actual truck loading/removal being the most expensive bit. Keep in mind that this is an Island...there's no real alternate way around a lot of snow, and the roads here are often very, very narrow. By contrast, Toronto has a snow operations budget of about $82 million dollars (2011). Ottawa:$69 million (2010) Calgary seems to be about $37 million St John's NFLD: $14.9 million. And now I'm tired of Googling random cities. Last edited by mnemosyne; 01-17-2012 at 01:04 PM. |
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Would you mind cross-referencing that with average snowfalls, too?
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I would mind, very very much. I also have no intent to cross-reference with population, kilometers of roads and sidewalks and surface area, nor to look into equipment and staff numbers or percent of city-vs-contractor work.
Obviously these factors all come into play, but it's pretty clear that the actual hauling away of snow is an expensive thing to do, and the overall budgets reflect that. I didn't really have a bigger point than that - I was just curious to compare numbers but then got bored doing so! |
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Calgary - 50" of snow 37 million - 0.74 milion/inch Toronto - 52" of snow 145 millions - 2.79 million/inch Ottawa - 93" of snow 69 millions - 0.74 million/inch Montreal - 86" of snow 145 millions - 1.69 million/inch St. John's - 127" of snow 15 millions - 0.12 million/inch But really a lot will depend on road density and city area. For example Calgary and Ottawa spend comparable amounts per inch and are roughly the same population but Ottawa covers 2800 km2 compared to Calgary's 730. Last edited by Grey; 01-17-2012 at 01:46 PM. |
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#277
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Bonus points for whoever can name the 900' Michigan ski hill that averages 273" of snowfall each winter. Yes, Michigan.
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Little Switzerland?
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Good try -- it was/is the highest ski hill in that end of the state, but is still shy by 675' vertical 200" of snow.
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So, either increase the snow removal budget by a factor of 5 or so to plow & haul the residential streets, or just let the traffic pack the snow down and spread some sand on it. The options in between these two seeming extremes are all worse. |
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Now... well, it was 11 degrees today. In mid January. |
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King of the snow hill was my favourite childhood game in winter. It's amazing how much time and energy a bunch of kids can spend pushing each other down on a big pile of snow.
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We did that too. I have no idea what things are like now, but I recall that our school flooded the playground to create a natural ice rink, that we had great drifts of snow we would play in and on, and we'd always create an ice slide on a local hill that only the craziest of us (ahem) would attempt to go down standing up. There was never a lack of snow or cold weather between late November/early December and March/April. I cannot speak for Ann Arbor, but it sounds totally at odds with my memories of a wintertime Toronto childhood.
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#285
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Sorry, can't do that now. All the pedophiles would get you, or someone would put a stop to it to avoid a lawsuit, or some other bs reason to stop kids from having fun.
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No, this is Canada. We don't do that. Last edited by Spoons; 01-17-2012 at 11:53 PM. |
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![]() ETA: I mean, that kids can't just play on a snowhill now, not that they would get kidnapped or hurt. Last edited by Cat Whisperer; 01-18-2012 at 12:04 AM. |
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There is a hill in the park across the street with a freaking ice-run formed on it. Lots of kids sliding down that hill, as well as on the snowy areas.
The problem isn't that kids don't slide down hills anymore. The problem is that you Westerners don't have hills. :ducks and runs: |
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Actually, we do. See Canada Olympic Park in Calgary, for example. But there are numerous other examples, mostly around river valleys.
I'm surprised that nobody here has made an ice slide. We have a three-hundred-foot-deep river valley, and nobody uses it. The University of Lethbridge sits on its edge; when I took classes at the University of Toronto Scarborough (which, similarly, sits on the edge of a river valley), we'd use cafeteria trays as sleds to go barrelling down the hill. Are today's students so afraid of injury (or so observant of the rules) that they will not try to have a little winter fun? |
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As a kid, I'll admit that even if it was slightly downhill, and we could get a good ride, anything counted!
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Okay, a real important question.
My wife went down to the local Subway here in Hong Kong and asked for 'sub sauce'. (don't ask why in HK you'd want to order from Subway, yeech!) They looked at her like she was smoking crack or something. But I'm used to asking at both Mr. Sub and Subway for sub sauce. I work with a person whose partner owns Subways in New Zealand and asked her. She hadn't a clue what I was talking about and suggested 'Italian'. I'm pretty sure 'Italian' and 'Sub Sauce' are two different things. Googled it and found differing opinions as to what it was. So, what is the straight dope on 'Sub Sauce' in Canada? What the heck is it and is it not sold anywhere else? |
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Lets just look at Ottawa and Calgary. Calgary - 50" of snow 37 million - 0.74 milion/inch Ottawa - 93" of snow 69 millions - 0.74 million/inch Same budget per inch and as Grey mentioned, similar populations but Ottawa covers 4x the area that Calgary does. For that budget with a larger surface area Ottawa get pretty good to very good snow removal and Calgary's well... waiting for a chinook is pretty much the only snow removal I remember. |
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Sub sauce, or house sauce, is essentially Italian dressing or very similar. I seem to recall seeing on the sign in the glass between the customer and employees 'House Sauce (Italian)' but I may be misremembering.
I remember playing king of the castle. We had a HUGE pile of snow out front of our townhouse on the open grass area (grass in summer of course) I can't recall the last time I saw one like that that was situated so kids could play (as in, not in the middle of a mall parking lot).
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There was a terrific toboggan hill in Milton, Ontario (between Toronto and Hamilton on an escarpment beside a ski hill at Kelso).
One Christmas, my parents were hosting half a dozen Indonesian engineers for Christmas. These folks had never seen snow before (let alone experienced Christmas). They told my father that they would like to do two things: shop for bras for their wives, and go tobogganing. My father delegated the shopping expedition to my mother, and the tobogganing to me. The way my mother later described the bra shopping expedition made it sound like a Peter Sellers’ movie, for the engineers had no idea what-so-ever as to what their wives’ bra sizes were. They solved the problem by pointing at various women in the dress store and on the sidewalk who looked similar in size to their wives, and then gesticulating with their hands to try to describe the shape variances. This didn’t go over too well in Oakville, which in those days was a rather staid and formal place. For the great international tobogganing expedition, I took four long alpine skis, some blocks of wood, and quite a few 8 foot planks, and knocked together a steerable sled that was four feet wide and twelve feet long. We went out to Milton, climbed to the top of the tobogganing hill, loaded the six Indonesian engineers on the sled, and waved encouragingly as they sped down the hill. Fortunately, the sled held its own course, for the engineers did not attempt to steer it, and instead kept death grips on the planking. And they screamed. I’ve never hear men scream so loudly in all the decades since then. And they didn’t stop screaming even once the sled coasted to a stop. Of course once they eventually quieted down, they hauled the sled back to the top to do again and again until the sun went down! One winter a group of my friends and I piled on and raced down the Kelso hill, only to end up in a bit of a mess. One of my companions was legally blind in one eye, and had a glass eye in the other. He was a game lad, though. For example, he drove regularly, pretty much feeling his way along the edge of the pavement and the gravel shoulder. I can’t remember how many of us were on the sled that day, but it was quite a few – about a dozen or so in a pile. As we gained speed, people started getting popped off. By the time we were close to the bottom of the run, only four of us were still on, including my blind friend. We had gone off course a bit, and were about to fly through some irregular terrain, so after shouting “turn right”, we bailed out. Oh, did I mention that the person who was steering was the blind fellow? Well, yes, he was the pilot, which is why we were a bit off course to begin with. He made an admirable effort, and instead of rolling off with the rest of us, he stayed on and went down with the ship – or more correctly, he couldn’t see the terrain that he was about to crash through, so he figured that staying on would be better than falling off. That might have been a mistake. A couple of us took him to the hospital, four others tied the busted-up sled to the station wagon roof, and the rest of the gang spent a couple of hours unsuccessfully looking for the glass eye that had popped out on impact. Year later, in northern Ontario, I put the wisdom I had gained from the giant sled crash to use when I found myself in the winter with a perfectly good kayak, no open water, and proximity to a ski hill. This time I took the precaution of bringing along a paramedic, and wore a helmet. The two of us off down the ski hill in Sudbury (Adanac) in our kayaks – me inside mine for better control, and he on top of his for quicker escape. Down the hill – Yippee! Jumping the service road embankment – Holy Crap! Into the thicket – Shit la Merde! It was about then that I started using the clause “Nobody died,” to describe fun and successful outings. I don’t think I could handle living in the prairies. |
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Hahahaha great stories!
I've been to Milton...well, ok, through Milton... and for someone more familiar with the Laurentians and whatever the mountain range is that goes into the Townships (northern Appalachians? my, how dependent on wikipedia I am...), I never felt there were many hills in the area! Ontario is flat in my mind! I really think I'd have trouble with the prairies too! Also: you built a toboggan? Was there no Canadian Tire in those days? My best tobogganing story actually took place in Europe, possibly in Bavaria but it could have been in Switzerland for all I know - if I could remember the name of the place I'd look it up. I'm sure my parents know, I'll have to ask them. I was perhaps 10 years old, on a trip with my parents and my brother (2 years older) and sister (2 years younger than me). We decided to pay to toboggan down a mountain - you rented the toboggan, a bus drove you up to the top of the mountain and you came back down. We were rather excited on the way up and I'm not sure any of us really paid attention to what the bus was doing on the 45 minute trip up the mountain, so I'll tell the story as of the moment we get dropped off and are ready to climb onto the toboggans (brother and mom on one, dad, sis and I on the other). We look for the start of the toboggan run, and see a sign --->. Oddly, it was the same direction as the one for the bus --->. We start walking, and realize that we are headed down the snowy, twisty, steep road we took to get up to this little plateau and parking lot we are on. Someone stops us and tells us to use the toboggan. That's when we realize that the toboggan run is the road. ![]() Tentatively, we start tobogganing... and encounter another busload of people on the way up. The bus is blaring it's horn as a warning (how did we miss this on the ride up?!) and our only recourse is to throw ourselves into the ditch on the side of the road. The bus goes by, we shake snow off ourselves, climb back on the toboggan and go again... here comes a bus coming back down the hill...throw yourself into the ditch! Here comes a bus going up...ditch! Going down...ditch! You could get some amazing speed going down this road, and the curves were a ton of fun...you just had to remember not to scream too loud, or you wouldn't hear the buses! The entire decent took about 20 minutes, and was both terrifying and hilarious at once. My entire family was left with conflicting feelings of that was fun, let's do it again and never, ever, ever, ever again. We didn't go again, though the following winter we thought about it.... ....I'd go again now, for sure! |
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And let's not forget about the Pimple on the Prairies (Blackstrap ski hill) (although I see that is closed now).Quote:
You think prairie teenagers don't find ways to try to kill themselves?
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Southwestern Ontario is even more flat. There are areas between London and Windsor that would be good for playing giant billiards. London's Boler Bump (with a good sense of humour, it officially calls itself Boler Mountain) is 115', which is even less that Toronto's garbage hill. It think that if I were a skier and lived in that end of the province, I'd move the hell away from there. (Wait a minute, I am a skier, I did live down that way, and I did move the hell away.) Quote:
We had an old metal Canadian Tire toboggan, but it's nose was a bit mashed up. A few years earlier, at one of the lesser Kelso hills that faced a parking lot, four of us were a bit slow in bailing out, resulting in the nose of the toboggan getting banged up when it partially went under the bumper of a car (with one of the guys still on the toboggan -- his legs went under the car, but he was not hurt at all -- the only damage was to the toboggan.) Rather than use the old four person beater-'boggan, I thought it best to start for scratch and build something that could hold a dozen or so people at one time. In later years, when the Red Green show started broadcasting, I came to an epiphany . . . . |
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