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Morons Can’t Stop Crashing Into This Brick Wall At The End Of Lowell Connector

Why can’t people stop crashing into the wall at the end of the Lowell Connector?

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If you’ve ever been to Lowell before then you’re probably familiar with the Lowell Connector. It’s 2 or 3 miles of straightforward highway that ends abruptly with a red light in a residential neighborhood. It’s basically dragrace bait for every a-hole from Billerica:

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It’s kind of bizarre, but as long as you’re a normal driver, it’s not that hard to figure out. But for some reason morons can’t stop crashing into this brick wall in front of that brick building:

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So apparently this has turned into kind of a big thing in Lowell, and I just wanted to point out how this is symptomatic of a much bigger problem – a lack of personal responsibility. Here’s the headline from the Lowell Sun after the most recent moron decided to drive into the brick wall:

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The city is squabbling with the state about doing something about this to prevent more accidents. Apparently it’s a state highway so the city can’t do anything to fix it. Newsflash – it’s not the city or state’s job to stop you from driving like an asshole. Does this light make any sense? Nope. But that’s what you get for living in Lowell. If you decide to buy or rent the house with the brick wall, it’s guaranteed people are going to crash into your property. It’s like complaining about planes if you live in Winthrop or Chelsea.

So no, the city and the state should both do nothing. If you want, put some strips down to let people know that a red light is about to come up, but other than that you’re an adult and if you drive like a dooshnozzle then you crash into a brick wall. The end.

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4 Comment(s)
  • September 25, 2015 at 5:49 pm

    There are signs warning that the road ends at two thousand feet, 800 feet, and 400 feet. There’s a speed limit change with plenty of warning as well. For a while they had a police car parked on the wall. Not sure why they got rid of it.

  • E quake
    September 25, 2015 at 7:19 am

    Yhere are 3 flashing signs.starting a half mile before the end. Multiple painted libes painted across the road about 1/3 of a mile from the end and rumble strips. The idiots still hit thw freaking wall. Their insurance rates yhe nrxt year do though.

  • G-Vegas Homeboy
    September 24, 2015 at 1:41 pm

    You need to add G-Vegas to the list of crapholes that are the worst places to live in Mass.

  • Boo Boo Bobby Gibbs
    September 22, 2015 at 1:44 pm

    My friends and I invented a sex move that involves banging a girl in a filthy bathroom.

    We call it the Lowell Connector

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