Ten Things Worse Than Construction on Brighton Boulevard

Ten Things Worse Than Construction on Brighton Boulevard
Brandon Marshall
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There's no doubt: Denver is growing. With this growth comes change, and with this change comes issues. And with these issues come super-angry Denver residents. The newest pissy nest of resentment? RiNo. The River North neighborhood is especially mad about the Brighton Boulevard construction, with its massive detours and endless lines of traffic that wear on local nerves like Zooey Deschanel (you know, with her big stupid doe eyes).

RiNo has already had its share of ups and downs over the last year, and now, during the middle of summer festival season, most of the neighborhood is lousy with detours. So to get your mind off your horrific commute, we put together a list of things far worse than the B.B. traffic in RiNo. Think “Road Closed” signs are annoying? They have nothing on these elements of Denver's very own Dante-esque hellscape, kids.

1. Visiting Suburbanites
If you live in RiNo, Curtis Park, Cole, Whittier or Five Points, you understand the A train and the ridiculousness it brings into the surrounding neighborhoods. Enter suburbanites: the visor-wearing, cargo-shorted crowds who flock to RiNo on Saturdays and Sundays and flood the Denver Central Market with their ginormous strollers and belief that they’re so “city.” Most of the visiting suburbanites are too frightened to actually experience the true culture of the neighborhood, so they huddle in breweries and drunkenly scamper back to the train before the sun goes down. They shield their children from the homeless and hold up sidewalk and street traffic by snapping pictures of their kids in front of Denver’s best murals.

Words of advice: If you’re coming into a neighborhood that’s not yours? Be considerate of the people, culture and pace. The natural inhabitants of RiNo aren’t zoo animals here to entertain you.

They will eat you and your little car, too.
They will eat you and your little car, too.

2. Potholes
With construction comes ginormous trucks, and with ginormous trucks come gaping potholes, and with gaping potholes come empty bank accounts. These masters of destruction are completely unavoidable, and they'll devour your car before you’ve even realized what’s happened. Before you know it, you're stuck on Market Street, other drivers honking, car smoking, soaked in sweat and tears. And don’t try to contact the city to pay for your repairs, friends. They’ll give you the runaround for three months only to tell you that they can’t help you and to contact your insurance. Because: The Man.

Words of Advice: Drive slowly. Oh. So. Slowly.

3. Popped-collar professionals
Think Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf on Wall Street but without the money or unbelievable good looks. If you’ve been to Matchbox on a Friday night, you know that a swarm of Denver’s popped-collar professionals take over the venue after work. They get sloppy drunk (like tequila-in-Mexico drunk), start fights, grope and harass women sitting at the bar, and only play decades-old top 40 on the jukebox (seriously — we heard Shakira last week). They’re vulgar, inconsiderate, and suck the fun out of what would normally be a chill Friday night.

Words of Advice: Slow down on the booze, go back to 15th and Market, and please stop hitting on ladies at the bar. We. Aren’t. Interested.

We're secretly hoping you fall off.
We're secretly hoping you fall off.

4. Booze cruisers
You can hear the hoots and Spice Girls two miles away. Bachelorette parties dressed in — 80s attire roll by, barely holding onto their bike bars. We can’t decide if it's the traffic jam they cause that gets to us or the panic that sets in when you see a bike park right outside a bar you’re in. Regardless, the relentless pedaling, bad music and apparently mandatory high-pitched screaming is far worse than any detour we can possibly imagine.

Words of advice: Don’t take it personally when you see us giving you dirty looks. It’s us, not you.

No wait is too long for these bagels. Seriously.EXPAND
No wait is too long for these bagels. Seriously.

5. The line at Rosenberg's
Rosenberg's has become the hung-over person’s must-have on a weekend morning. Unfortunately, drinkers don’t rise and shine until well after 10 a.m., and the bagel lines at that time of the morning are horrendous (and they should be!). Because the bagels are the best in the entire universe (or at least in Denver), and because Joshua Pollack, owner and overall awesome dude, is a nice fella and doesn’t demand that his staff scream at people who have zero idea what “the Standard” is, the wait seems unbearable. Just when you’re about to pass out, the staff smiles, says “Hello,” and your carbalicious dreams are answered.

Words of advice: Know what you want before you roll into the joint. Please. Do it for the drinkers.

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6. Street Vomit
There are a lot of bars in RiNo and the surrounding area, and we love them all, but more often than not, people partake in just a bit too much hooch, shove food-truck tacos and burgers down their throats and then puke all over our streets. You pukers are the reason business owners have to hose down the sidewalks every morning.

Words of advice: Drink water and limit yourself to ONE taco, kids. One.

And left! And right! And...meh.EXPAND
And left! And right! And...meh.

7. Fitness enthusiasts
We’re massive fans of Coffee at the Point, and we frequently roll into the chill place to write articles, hold meetings and to recover from our “715 shakes” (you can use this in conversations; the phrase slays), but if we get there too early, we run into the fitness crew. They’re chowing down protein breakfasts, discussing how hard Brendon worked them in class yesterday, and how they’re going to kill it in the gym today. We know we're just jealous, and that we can’t really do a pull-up without vomiting (see: street vomit), but can you keep it down just a little while we sip our coffee and Jamo? Please?

Words of advice: Tone down the neon colors; they’re soooo bright to our hung-over eyes, and if we do get violent, they make you an easy opening target.

8. New apartments
No matter how you feel about the gentrification happening in the RiNo/Five Points area (and we know you have the feels about it), we’re all annoyed by the endless apartment construction in the area. It’s relentless, messy, and making the neighborhoods look like mismatched crap. We support growing neighborhoods, but these cookie-cutter apartments, ginormous trucks and orange-vest-clad dudes standing in the streets “directing traffic” are wearing on our souls.

Words of advice: Bike or walk. Driving down here will only get you a flat tire or concrete all over your ride.

Just sit and wait, and wait some more. And then nap.EXPAND
Just sit and wait, and wait some more. And then nap.

9. Rush hour on Champa
Because Champa Street is one of the main roads into the city, the street has always been fairly busy, but with the influx of people moving into the area and the apartment construction cutting down two lanes into one, morning traffic on Champa is nothing less than a nightmare. Your a.m. commute wait time from the MLK transition to Park Avenue West will average no less than waytoofuckinglong minutes. Seriously, we timed it.

Words of advice: Take public transportation or take another route. It’s the only way.

Worst. Signs. Ever.
Worst. Signs. Ever.

10. Proposed two-hour parking
Rumor on the street is that residential areas in and around RiNo are going to embrace two-hour parking limits. The theory here is that it will keep people from parking all night (or all day) and free up space for the influx of visitors. The problem is that people are now going to have to move their cars from street to street, which is going to screw residents who street-park and cost visitors a ton of cash. Soooooo…awesome.

Words of advice: If this does happen, move your car every two hours; the enforcers take their jobs way too seriously and get a little tingle every single time they print a ticket.

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