Driving my dad's (small, comfy, electric) car around Glasgow yesterday I realised how much of a joke urban motorways are, even for drivers. Most of my life I've been a pedestrian, car passenger or user of public transport, so I've seen these huge roads mostly as an obstacle to cross, or a thing to passively tolerate while someone else drives along them.
And I've heard and read all the stories of them destroying communities in the heart of Glasgow (and many other cities) by breaking areas of the city in two. Of course they also reduce the air quality and destroy the peace and quiet.
But: driving one, especially one half-finished where not all the roads join together properly, even on a quiet Sunday in the in-between-days, is a nightmare. You have to cross four lanes of traffic in a few hundred metres, or come off and do a U-turn to go the right way. Or perhaps (because junctions have been shoehorned into spaces where they shouldn't exist) the slip road you're joining from will just stop abruptly.
In other words, they're awful.
Similarly in Helsinki I avoid driving along kehä I for the same reasons, but it is not quite as terrible...
[Image: M8 Glasgow Charing Cross interchange, CC-BY-SA MSeses, from Wikimedia Commons]



