Road transport

Langston Hughes, and the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost the characters all found their courage from their pasts, role models, and themselfs. The past can influence the future. The outcome of decisions made long ago

Got Mud? Hiking the Big Cedar Trail to Kennedy Falls, North Vancouver Mount Fromme, a mecca for local mountain bikers is considered by many to be the crown jewel of the North Shore, but don’t be fooled by the men and women riding the trails. Day hikers are also welcome in the area and the Big Cedar trail to Kennedy Falls is a must see. Who can resist a 600+ year old red cedar, cascading waterfalls, boulders, deadfall and creek crossings? I know I can’t! The hike to Kennedy Falls is approximately

in work zones. A Manual of Uniform Traffic Control Devices (MUTCD) is the national standard that included the FHWA policy and guideline to accommodate the road users within and around work zones. The implementation of these rules is done by state DOTs by developing policies and procedures for evaluating and managing the safety for all road users including

lets see when you are driving and you see a pothole what do you do? Well anyone will tell you i avoid it why because it could cause you to wreck or pop your tire so you avoid them. Why is this helpful? Because there could be a dog or a squirrel in the road and you have gotten so used to dodging those potholes this is not a problem you don’t freak out you just dodge it but, let’s say you didn’t have to dodge all those potholes thanks to our

get here than she expected thanks to miles and miles of road construction that always seemed planned for the busiest times of the day. I wonder if the Department of Transportation does this on purpose to annoy commuters, snickering in secret behind our backs at their hoax. After cursing and getting lost several times following all the detour signs, she arrived at her destination—Glendara. The car idled at the beginning of the gravel road leading to her mother’s family home. This property had passed

It happens to every driver eventually. You’re barreling through enemy territory, eyes darting back and forth scanning for raiders. You spot a spike trap, you turn sharply, but it’s too late! Bang! The sun-faded hula girl on the dashboard dances to the sound of rubber slapping against highway. You climb out of your battle barge, open the cargo hatch and see the rig’s last spare tire, sitting on top of it is a red cooler; sweaty from the desert sun. It’s the perfect size for a bag of ice and

town. But the townspeople could see the other half of the crossroads, as could the few who traveled upon it. The dirt path led from nowhere to nowhere, and the other road, which was made of something far less substantial than earth, led to just about any destination one could think of. And an inn had sprung up where the two roads met, as inns are wont to do. Later, a little town had built itself around the inn. The town was just like any other town, and the inn like any other. Horses brayed in their

The Cone Zone is a mobile ice cream truck that will cater to a wide range of people from different economical standings and different geographical locations. Taking advantage of the popularity of food trucks as well as the brand recognition that Jeni’s ice cream has established will assist in getting the word out, cut down on marketing needs, and position The Cone Zone  in an already growing market. Since our core product will be Jeni’s Ice Cream we will be conscious of where their brick and mortar

The ride to school was awkward. Since his father had to go in early for work at the new Overhaul and Repair center the next town over, Dante had to be driven to his first day of school by his soon-to-be stepmother, Laura. It wasn’t that Dante hated Laura or that she wasn’t a nice person. She just wasn’t that intelligent, and it was beyond annoying having to deal with her sometimes. It was quite cramped in the metallic blue ‘99 Pontiac Firebird with Laura’s 8 year old son, Ryan in the back seat, sitting

time surfing through the vast waves of the internet I had actually found one really interesting project that was funded by the World Bank. So apparently the World Bank had funded this project to pave a 900 mile road that opened the western Amazon to the rest of the people of Brazil, the road was known as BR-364. In the article I read we followed the life of one Antonio Carlos de Santos and a whopping 34 of his relatives who somehow fit all of them and their belongings on a truck headed for a chance