A community for discussions of how cars have ruined many cities across the globe, as well as alternatives to them.
Cars are deeply tied to capitalism, and in resisting capitalism, it is worthwhile to reconsider personal automobiles place in transportation.
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Context -> This is in the western suburbs of Sydney, Australia. The family turned down an offer of $50 million from property developers.
Also, not a single shop, daycare, school, mall, community center, public park or hospital in a 10 km radius.
It is awful.
There was a small farm near where I live that was bought when I was a teenager. The buildings and pond near the highway were bulldozed, filled in, flattened, and replaced with a lifeless swath of dirt and invasive grasses. The grass was mowed often enough to stifle any chances the errant tree or shrub might grow. But eventually it wasn’t mowed anymore. Over the years rain washed away the exposed soil. The sun desiccated the clay dirt. The winds blew it away leaving only rocks. Now there’s an O’Riley’s Autoparts store about where the farmhouse used to be, with enough parking to safely land a single engine aircraft.
Damn, buddy. I hate how many beautiful places have been bulldozed to build lifeless ones.
I visited Latvia and got roofied. I probably wandered off and didn't get hurt or anything, nothing got stolen either. Anyway, I woke up in the outskirts of Riga on a bench in between rows and rows of communist blocks.
It was a very green environment. Like, it felt like these blocks were in the middle of a jungle or something. There were shops and playgrounds and veggie gardens and stuff. Truly superior way of building.
It's a huge waste of space