It sounds like the kind of place that you and your gunslinger friends might bring firearms for a drunken lunchtime duel fueled by too much testosterone and a lack of decent restaurant choices but it would probably end in bloodshed and tears.
No friends, I didn’t bring my pistol to a godforsaken dust bowl shoot out but I did nearly lose my life to a fast-moving SUV that flew out of one of our much discussed, hotly debated local shortcuts without looking.
Here let me help you visualize with the help of this diagram.
It should be known that this alleyway is the kind of steep dangerous precipice that was intended mostly for the convenience of neighbors who need to access their homes without having to drive around two city blocks to get to their parking spaces and garages.
It has morphed into a one lane highway where cars careening down its steep incline begin to burn up like the shuttle re-entering the earths atmosphere after a trip to the moon.
It empties into a traffic clusterfuck that only a drunken city planner would have thought up with four confusing roads crashing into one another and then splintering off in four nonsensical directions. Anyone trying to bully their way in from poor judgement alley is taking their life in their hands as three of those four legitimate roads cannot be seen from behind the stone retaining walls blocking your view.
It’s like the Russian roulette of merges and my husband and I use it to gauge the character of people we know.
“So and so is a great guy but I caught him flying down poor judgement alley so he’s got to have a least a sliver of jackassery in there”
“I used to respect her a LOT until I saw her rip down poor judgement alley and almost take out four bikers, a pedestrian and two cars on Adams Mill”
With its narrow width and poor visibility this is not an alternate route you want to take, lest you be crushed like an aluminum can and carted away by ambulance.
Plus you should know that we are talking about you behind your back.