"Give Yourself the Green Light," 1954
This is the American dream of freedom on wheels. An automotive
age traveling on time-saving superhighways. Futurama's free-flowing channels
of concrete and steel. But these wide lanes of reality actually measure out
to just a few miles scattered far apart across the friendly face of our land.
We have become the nation on wheels, with more motorized mobility
than ever dreamed of before. Though we have the greatest highway system in all
the world, it can't carry the mounting traffic of our growing greatness.
We're running out of roads. We didn't dream big enough. Here's
the problem, all mapped out: Three million, three hundred thousand miles of
it. Unimproved. Improved. Paved. Superhighway. Country roads. Small city streets.
Big city thoroughfares. State highways networking the nation. And here's the
crisis. Two-thirds of the way is now obsolete, worn out, inadequate in width,
inferior in condition, capacity, and safety.
Sure these were good roads thirty years ago when they
were laid out, but nothing lasts forever.