Calgary crumbles beneath our feet; or, to be more precise, below our tires.

What was once listed among this continent’s most modern and efficient roadway systems is rapidly becoming a dangerous joke. Let’s face it, anyone driving around our city today will spend much of that journey manoeuvring around pothole after pothole. Not little ones either — suspension shops must be hopping.

It’s an utter disgrace and reflects the attitude of a series of civic administrations and suitably pliant council members, who collectively decided they didn’t care that much for cars and trucks anymore. To them, there was something decidedly Neanderthal-like about gasoline-powered vehicles in this brave new world, one where virtue-signalling linked to environmental activism became the default option.

Therefore, bike lanes were suddenly hunky dory. No problem there. A few admirable folk love nothing more than pedalling away like........

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