A couple of weeks ago we got a brand new road (surface) on our street. There were leaflets in our letterboxes explaining that this would be happening one day in the near future. We got new guttering a couple of weeks before it all happened (our skew-whiff guttering had given Winky 2 flat tyres, so it needed to go).
They said the actual road process would only take one day from go to whoa, and they were right.
They closed the road the night before and told everyone to get their cars out of the street. Two ladies with a guitar and beautiful voices were paid to stay there all night making sure (not sure what they were guarding against really, but they sang lovely songs).
At 6:30am, in came the equipment. Now, I’m totally down with diggers and trucks and cranes (Leo makes sure of this), but I had never seen this machinery before.
There were lots of dudes hanging around, seemingly mostly doing nothing, but then you’d miss an hour and come back out and they’d made a lot of progress. We missed the bit where they had to scrape up the whole road (thankfully), and came home for the fun bit where a giant truck sidles up to the asphalt paving machine and dumps a huge amount of hot-liquidy bitumen into the back of it, and then it comes out the other end looking flawless and uniform.
I never did get to see what the eight wheeled thingo did, but it seemed to just be driving around whilly-nilly. There was also a roller with huge brushes attached (like an arm in a car wash), and that roamed around trying to sweep up stray bitument.
The new surface was very hot, so they sent around a steamroller that had water coming out of it – impressive.
I wonder if a caption like “wet steamroller” is going to send people with kinky searchterms flocking to the blog… [sigh]
It was all over by 4pm, and the equipment shuffled away as fast as it came. One of my next door neighbours has been living here for 40 years and he’s never seen them do this before, so it feels very special.