"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.