Loving Timisoara doesn't mean that getting there is lovely as well. Getting there is hell. Not that I'm the guy in the picture—but in regard to how great the road was—I could have been. My friends living there and attending meeting in Bucharest who are not very happy about this.

Wtf, people, we barely match the Roman's skills for building roads! What happened in the last 2000 years, we stopped taking our national lecithin and we just—poof!— forgot it? Is this a lost art, is flatness—as in a flat road without little lake-like potholes and tiny little asphalt mountains—such an abstract desire?

And no, this picture is not of the main road, although its situation is not much different.