Talk about a “dog bites man” story. Apparently, automobile traffic volume is dropping in Vienna, Austria:
The Austrian Traffic Club (VCÖ) said today (Thurs) traffic on the capital’s roads shrunk 930 million kilometres from 2004 to 7 billion kilometres in 2008 – meaning every car on the road in Vienna covered an average of 12,666 kilometres last year, a decrease of 1,100 kilometres compared to 2004. The number of cars on the roads also fell by 24,000 to 552,000 over the past four years, the VCÖ said.
The change, apparently, is because of “the ongoing development of a “multi-modern mobility” mixing walking, cycling, public transport and cars and covering short distances by bike or by foot.”
As someone who has actually driven there, I would suggest several other reasons not to drive in Vienna. Firstly, Vienna features an insane progression of one-way streets with no reciprocal one-way streets, meaning that a wrong turn can take you several blocks out of your way, and requires going around in circles before you can fix your mistake. Did I say “circles”? Viennese city streets are not laid in a grid pattern of any discernable design — I think a handful of discarded raw spaghetti was used as the blueprint — and the thing is complicated still further by a profusion of “bus-only” and/or “pedestrian-only” roads, which appear in your windshield without warning.
Then, of course, you have the quaint Austrian custom of placing street signs not at ground level on signposts, but halfway up the sides of city buildings — and, as an added bonus, not putting a sign on each corner, which means you have to swivel your head around and try to look up in several directions before you can see the street sign you need. But your trial doesn’t end there, oh no. The signs are written in a point size which might work quite well on a printed page at twelve inches’ reading distance, but which are practically illegible from the street. Add a little night time and rain (which is a combination not unknown in Vienna) and you have the final element of the Viennese driving experience.
And, of course, because the Viennese hanker after the good old Hapsburgian days, they would prefer horse-drawn transport over cars anyway, so they make street parking impossible (more yellow lines than can be found at a dogsled race rest stop), with tiny, cramped public garages which charge, in the best Viennese tradition, parking fees which would make a merchant banker blush. Indeed, I think you have to be a merchant banker to be able to afford Vienna’s off-street parking.
And finally, speaking of charges, buying gasoline in Vienna requires some kind of clairvoyance and/or blind, lottery-winning-scale luck, because gas stations are so sparse as to be non-existent. And you’re fined (an exhorbitant amount, natch) if you run out of gas in Vienna. Oh, and did I mention that Viennese gas prices, assuming you can find a place to buy gas, are the highest in Europe?
So yes, the volume of traffic in Vienna is dropping. As the French would say: Un chien mord un homme. Quelle surprise.
– Sticks Drummond