
Mitch Logue was tired or looking at his patchwork wood privacy fence.
Over the 10 years he has lived on Dillon Circle in the Tamarron neighborhood of Rockrimmon, he’s had to fix his fence frequently because of NASCAR wanna-bes who can’t keep their Goodyears on Rockrimmon Boulevard, which runs behind his house.
So, about six weeks ago, Logue replaced the entire fence for $3,600.
A week or so later, he was facing another patch job. For at least the sixth time in his memory, his fence was smashed by an out-of-control driver.

This time, it was a young girl in an SUV who told police she was forced off the road by another driver.
The wreck left rubber on the road and curb, chewed up the concrete and left debris strewn on the sidewalk. Inside Logue’s yard were shattered wood slats.

Logue happens to live at the bottom of a hill where Vindicator Drive meets Rockrimmon. Here’s a look at the neighborhood from www.FlashEarth.com:

It’s a busy intersection. Kids use the traffic signals and crosswalks to get to Eagleview Middle School up the hill and to the Safeway shopping center just catty-corner from Logue.
Often, drivers come charging down the hill — dodging folks trying to turn into Safeway or the apartment complex across the curved street. They race to the intersection and fly around the left turn, two abreast, onto Rockrimmon. Unfortunately, they often miss the turn.
When they do, they end up in the backyard of Logue or his next-door neighbors, Colleen and Donald Kunecke. I wrote and blogged about their frustrations in June. Check out the destruction the Kuneckes’ suffered on my blog.
Traffic engineers are studying the intersection but are not keen on the idea of installing guardrails to protect the neighbors.
Maybe Logue should invite them over for a picnic.
In his backyard.
Maybe, they can take their burgers and brats off the grille. And get a side of hot, buttered fender.
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While growing up in Lexington, KY, I lived on our family horse farm on the west side of town. We were near the edge of town, and one of the local roads coming out of a suburb made a 90-degree turn at the edge of our property. The road featured a long straightaway prior to the turn, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to hit the turn speeding well over the 15 mph speed limit. Several times they went through hour fence. Usually drunk, sometimes teenagers. Always on the weekend it seemed. Well, after several replacements, my dad decided to sink 12″ x 12″ x 8′ posts 4 feet in the ground, encased in concrete, adjacent to our fence. The very next day, a drunk driver hit the fence and totalled his car this time, instead of the usual slight damage our fence caused. But the fence and our safety were intact. True to form, the Fayette County Government put a guard rail in several months later (too late). That next week, another car hit our fence because the guard rail was too short and didn’t extend long enough. Tax dollars at work.