If you ever see black cables stretching across the road, you had better know what it means. I had no clue… Check comments.
While on the road, chances are you have spotted the black cables on the road.
However, although they are common and perfectly safe to run over, most people don’t have a clue about their purpose.
These rubber cables, that are stretched across the road, serve the purpose of gathering data about the traffic. So how do they work? When a vehicle crosses over them, it causes pressure which is recorded and transmitted to a counting device.
This information assists transportation agencies in keeping track of traffic flow, vehicle speeds, and volume, which is essential for urban planning, road maintenance, and safety upgrades, ultimately affecting the decisions on traffic management, road expansions, and the positioning of traffic signals or speed limits.
Rubber cables are often positioned in low-visibility areas to avoid drawing attention and to minimize any interference with traffic. This approach guarantees that the collected data is as precise as possible, representing typical traffic conditions without the effects of altered driving behavior.
To learn more go to the video below.
My Downstairs Neighbor Called the Police on Me for ‘Stomping Around’ — How My Daughter Reacted Made Me Tear Up
Ever wondered how age changes the way people treat you? 73-year-old Margaret was heartbroken when her neighbor accused her of disturbing his peace with her walking stick and called the cops on her. Her daughter’s fierce response brought tears to Margaret’s eyes.
I’m Margaret, and at 73, I still take pride in taking care of myself. My cane helps me get around, but it doesn’t stop me from living a full life. My apartment, filled with memories of my late husband George, is my haven.
Recently, my downstairs neighbor Arnold, not a day over 37, seems to have a vendetta against my cane. He accused me of “stomping around” and threatened to call the cops.
When the police arrived, I explained the situation. They understood and reassured me I had the right to live peacefully.
I called my daughter Jessie, who joined our building’s chat group to expose Arnold’s behavior. The response was immediate: neighbors supported me, calling out Arnold’s rudeness.
Arnold eventually apologized, bringing flowers and later, banana bread. He even asked if we could get to know each other better over coffee. Surprised but hopeful, I agreed.
In the end, the kindness of my neighbors and the support of my daughter reminded me that even in a big city, there’s a sense of belonging. Arnold’s change of heart also gave me hope for a peaceful future in my cherished home.
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