Dysfunction Junction chronicles the most forlorn, baffling, and wonderful crossroads of our fair city. Ben Ball is a transportation nerd in his spare time. He lives in LeDroit Park. Ben previously wrote about 14th and Park/Kenyon NW.
“We Are Georgetown” – or so the ads tell us. If “we” refers to a frothy mix of foreign tourists, well-to-do students, and old biddies clutching their Hermès handbags, then I’m willing to concede the point. For quite a few of us, though, Georgetown has always felt much more like “them” – a neighborhood that feels like an appendix to DC proper. (The oft-revisited idea of secession doesn’t help.)
It’s simple: this intersection is over capacity. Wisconsin is the big north-south thoroughfare, and M is the big east-west thoroughfare, but neither can deal with the jam of drivers, pedestrians and daring cyclists who just want to get where they’re going. Naturally, the place where they meet just compounds the lunacy.
The sidewalks here are already legendary for their narrowness. Most of the time, it just feels like the line for Georgetown Cupcake metastasized over the whole neighborhood. Garbage cans and parking meters further promote the sense that you’re running an obstacle course. Then the crowd of people looking to cross the street turns this intersection into a giant game of red rover, thwarting those who just want to go around the corner. Every light change starts the Mexican standoff between entitled pedestrians, harried drivers looking to turn right, and left-turning drivers stuck in the middle of the intersection.
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