The city - by no means a metropolis, a contemplative country town with a castle, park and pastry shops worth visiting - this city has gone along with all traffic-political fashions in the past.
From the small center with its huge parking garage, a wide road leads straight out towards the motorway.
When it was trendy to set off bike paths on the sidewalk in color, the street got one.
When roundabouts came up, there had to be one at one of the few intersections.
The arterial road runs along a residential area that would previously have been described as bourgeois.
Today it looks as if the majority of the well-to-do residents voted green. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that this street was declared a 30 km / h zone. Consequences: The division of the more than sufficiently wide sidewalk was canceled, the blue and white cycle path signs disappeared. Cyclists should be on the road as far as the exit sign. Then an accompanying cycle path begins next to the road. Nobody drives 30 km / h here, the maddening messengers have trouble not too obviously exceeding the maximum speed. Occasionally there is a four-wheeled cash register in subtle anthracite with the red lightning bolt on the side of the road.
But that will soon be forgotten.
If you ride a bike here, you should avoid the sidewalk if possible.
Since he is fought at by seniors with the walking aid.
Experiencing such a farce of traffic calming every day justifies the best hopes in the event that the call for the nationwide introduction of 30 km / h, which was once again unearthed this autumn, should be realized.