Why do Portlanders drive slowly? Well, lotta reasons, I guess. The laid-back lifestyle certainly does play a part, as do the cannabis-enabled, the bicyclists, and the low speed limits. One other factor that a lot of folks haven’t mentioned, however, is traffic flow and Portland’s screwy urban planning.
For being a city laid out on a logical grid, Portland is almost incomprehensibly difficult to get around in without knowing the town. Many streets dead-end, have random speed-humps, or narrow from being major thoroughfares into smaller, residential roads with lower effective speed limits. Seeing smaller residential streets that dead-end, only to start up again a block or two further north isn’t too uncommon in my section of town. Oh, yeah, and if you think I’m being too hard on the place, try to get onto the Ross Island Bridge from Northbound I-5. Seriously, folks, you have to (a) get onto a city street/connector northbound for three or four blocks, (b) take the flyway over I-5, © go southbound two blocks, (d) take two right turns through an obviously residential area, and (e) wait for a stop sign, so you don’t get creamed in traffic. I’ve never seen a major interchange that’s been so poorly designed. (And it seems to be murder on rush-hour commuters.)
Portland’s traffic flow is also hampered by the lack of decent, high-speed thoroughfares throughout a large portion of town (I live in the Woodstock area of SE, if the locals care). Most of the major streets, especially north-south, are four-lane urban arterials with decent numbers of stoplights and a pretty low maximum speed limit (35, generally). This, I think, is the major cause of Portland’s laid-back driving atmosphere. It’s going to take you a while to get wherever you’re going, so you might as well chill the hell out and get there when you’re gonna get there.
I’ve had a running joke for a while that the fastest way to get around Portland is to pick what you would naturally assume to be the slowest route. I generally stay off the highways and stick to wider urban streets to get me where I want to go, even though the limit is much lower. And, hell, if things get too rough, I guess I could fire up a doobie.
Heh… I think I passed you up going to the show the weekend before last. Still wasn’t as good as the older (non-VW) van with the “Orgasm Donor” bumper sticker we saw. They yielded a good conversation at the gas pump, lemme tell ya.
M.