Everyone time they passed me it was plenty clean. They were just willing to throw there car in the holes it would fit in. That people left the door open and were upset that they walked in it is just called racing.
Free beer to whoever the blessed drivers were that got rid of the cones there. So glad i didn't ever have to drive through there with them. Was bad enough getting there and having to dodge cars that were slowing to 50.
Thanks for the stroll through my childhood :)