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vi Preface
The sixth edition of Principles of Highway Engineering and Traffic Analysis has
evolved from nearly three decades of teaching introductory transportation
engineering classes at the University of Washington, University of Florida,
Purdue University, University of South Florida, and the Pennsylvania State
University, feedback from users of the first five editions, and experiences in
teaching civil engineering licensure exam review courses. The book’s material
and presentation style (which is characterized by the liberal use of example
problems, and now practice problems) are largely responsible for transforming
much-maligned introductory transportation engineering courses into courses
that students consistently rate among the best civil engineering courses.
The book begins with a short introductory chapter that stresses the
significance of highway transportation to the social and economic underpinnings
of society. Also discussed are environmental impacts including climate change
and emerging technologies including connected and automated vehicles. This
chapter provides students a basic overview of the problems facing the field of
highway engineering and traffic analysis. The chapters that follow are arranged
in sequences that focus on highway engineering (Chapters 2, 3, and 4) and traffic
analysis (Chapters 5, 6, 7, and 8).
Chapter 2 introduces the basic elements of road vehicle performance. This
chapter represents a major departure from the vehicle performance material
presented in all other transportation and highway engineering books, in that it is
far more involved and detailed. The additional level of detail is justified on two
grounds. First, because students own and drive automobiles, they have a basic
interest that can be linked to their freshman and sophomore coursework in
physics, statics, and dynamics. Traditionally, the absence of such a link has been
a common criticism of introductory transportation and highway engineering
courses. Second, it is important that engineering students understand the
principals involved in vehicle technologies and the effect that continuing
advances in vehicle technologies will have on engineering practice.
Chapter 3 presents current design practices for the geometric alignment of
highways. This chapter provides details on vertical curve design and the basic
elements of horizontal curve design. This edition of the book includes the latest
design guidelines (Policy on Geometric Design of Highways and Streets,
American Association of State Highway and Transportation Officials,
Washington, DC, 2011).
Preface vii
This edition includes practice problems as a new pedagogical tool. At the end of
chapters that require mathematical solutions to problems (Chapters 2 through 8
inclusive), several partially solved problems are provided for students to practice
their problem-solving techniques and more fully understand the material
presented in the text. This enables students to follow the thought process
involved in solving problems in the chapter, while also engaging them in the
solution (as opposed to the traditional example problems, also provided, which
present the complete solution). There are also many new and revised end-of-
chapter problems relative to the fifth edition, as well as several new
traditional example problems. Users of the book will find the new practice and
viii Preface
In this edition we have once again made several enhancements to the content
and visual presentation, based on suggestions from instructors. Some new
features in this edition of the book include:
WEBSITE
Lecture Slides. Lecture slides developed by the authors, which also include all of
the figures and tables from the text.
In-Class Design Problems. Design problems developed by the authors for in-class
use by students in a cooperative learning context. The problems support the
material presented in the chapters and the end-of-chapter problems.
Sample Exams. Sample midterm and final exams are provided to give instructors
class-proven ideas relating to successful exam format and problems.
Visit the Instruction Companion Site section of the book website to register for a
password to download these resources.
Fred L. Mannering
Scott S. Washburn
Contents
Preface v
Index 393
Chapter 1
1
2 Chapter 1 Introduction to Highway Engineering and Traffic Analysis
air transportation), nearly 80% of the dollar value of all goods is transported by
commercial trucks.
While highways play a dominant role in both passenger and freight
movement, in many applications there are critical interfaces among the various
transportation modes. For example, many air, rail, water and pipeline freight
movements involve highway transportation at some point for their initial
collection and final distribution. Interfaces between modes, such as those at
water ports, airports and rail terminals, create interesting transportation
problems but, if handled correctly, can greatly improve the efficiency of the
overall transportation system. However, inter-modal coordination can be
problematic because institutional, regulatory, and other barriers.
However, such programs have the adverse effect of directing people toward
travel modes that inherently provide lower levels of mobility because no other
mode offers the departure-time and destination-choice flexibility provided by
private, single-occupant vehicles. Managing traffic congestion is an extremely
complex problem with significant economic, social, environmental and political
implications.
overall complexity of the highway safety problem, and the trade-offs that must be
made with regard to cost, safety, and mobility (speed).
Language: English
By
LILIAN BELL
NEW YORK
A. WESSELS COMPANY
1907
Copyright, 1906
BY L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
(INCORPORATED)
AS AN AFFECTIONATE RECOGNITION
OF THE EVIDENCES OF HER BEAUTIFUL WORK
AND LOVE FOR ME AND MINE
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
CAROLINA LEE
CHAPTER I.
CAPTAIN WINCHESTER LEE
Having been born in Paris, Carolina tried to make the best of it, but
being a very ardent little American girl, she always felt that her
foreign birth was something which must be lived down, so when
people asked her where she was born, her reply was likely to be:
"Well, I was born in Paris, but I am named for an American
State!"
Then if, in a bantering manner, her interlocutor said:
"Then, are you a Southerner, Carolina?" the child always replied:
"My father says we are Americans first and Southerners second!"
Colonel Yancey, himself from Savannah, upon hearing Carolina
make this reply commented upon it with unusual breadth of mind for
a Southern man, with:
"I wish more of my people felt as you do, little missy. Most of my
kinfolk call themselves Southerners first and Americans second and
are prouder of their State than of their country."
"I don't see how they can be," said the child with a puzzled frown
between her great blue eyes. "It would be just as if I liked one hand
better than my whole body!"
Whereat the colonel slapped his leg and roared in huge
enjoyment, and went to Henry's to drink Carolina's health and to tell
the Americans assembled there that he knew a little American girl that
would be heard from some day.
All this took place in Paris, when General Ravenel Lee, Carolina's
grandfather, was ambassador to France, and when her father, Captain
Winchester Lee, was his first secretary.
Many brilliant personages surrounded the child and influenced
her more or less, according to the fancy she took to them, for she
was a magnetic personality herself, and accepted or rejected an
influence according to some unknown inner guide.
Her mother was a woman of refinement and breeding, and to her
the child owed much of her good taste and charmingly modest
demeanour. But it was her father who captured her imagination.
One of her earliest recollections was of her father's voice and
manner when she looked up from her novel and asked him why he
did not spell his name Leigh as men in books spelled theirs.
She had not known her father very well, so she was totally
unprepared for his reply. Although she had been but a little child, she
could see his face and hear his voice as distinctly to-day as she did
when he whirled around on the hearth-rug and looked down at her as
she sat on a low stool with a book on her knees.
"Spell my name Leigh?" he had said, in a tone she never had
heard him use before. "Child, you little know what blood flows in your
veins, or you would thank God every night in your prayers that you
inherit the name of Lee, spelled in its simplest way. Honest men,
Carolina, pure women, heroes in every sense of the word; statesmen,
warriors, brave, with the bravery which risks more than life itself, are
your ancestors. They date back to the Crusaders, and down the long
line are men of title in the old world, distinguished in ways you are
too young to understand. Books, did you say? Your name appears in
many a book, child, which records heroic deeds. On both your dear
Northern mother's side and mine, you come of blood which is your
proudest heritage. Were you poor and forced to earn your daily bread,
you would still be rich in that which the world can never take away--
good blood and a proud name. And remember this, too, little
daughter, although your life has been spent in foreign lands, I loved
America so well that I gave you the name of my native State, and my
dearest wish is to restore Guildford and to pass the remainder of my
life there."
It was a long, long speech for a little girl to remember, but it
burned itself into her memory and kindled her pride to such a degree
that she could hardly wait to tell some one of her newly discovered
treasure.
Fortunately her first auditor happened to be her governess, and
fortunately, also, her father chanced to overhear her as she translated
his remarks into shrill French. He immediately stopped her, and these
words also were seared into her memory through poignant
mortification.
"I was wrong to tell you that, little daughter. I see that you are
too young to have understood it properly. I can only undo the
mischief by reminding you never to boast of your old family to any
one. If we Southerners have one fault more than another, it is our
tendency to mention the antiquity of our families--as if that counted
where breeding were absent. You will observe that your dear mother
never mentions hers, though she is a De Clifford. Let others boast if
they will. Speak you of their family and name and be silent concerning
your own. It is sufficient to feed your pride in secret by the inward
knowledge of who you are. Will you try to remember that, little
daughter, and forgive me for putting notions into that head of yours?"
She flew into his arms, and in that moment was born the
passionate love and understanding which ever afterward existed
between them.
"Oh, father!" she cried. "Don't be sorry you told me! I am not too
young. I will show you that I am not. I will never speak of it again,
and only in my heart I will always be proud that I am Carolina Lee!"
In after years, Carolina dated her life--her most poignant
happiness and her dearest anguish--from the moment when her
father thus opened his heart to her and she found how intensely they
were akin. He became her idol, and she worshipped him not only with
the abandonment of youth, but with all the passion of her
tempestuous nature. She set herself to be worthy of his love and
companionship with such ardour that she unwittingly broke the first
commandment every day of her life.
Her father realized it, perhaps because of his answering passion,
for he often sighed as he looked at her. He knew, as did no one else,
what an inheritance was hers. He felt in his own bosom all the ardour
and passion and furious love of home which as yet his child only
suspected in herself. As long as he could remain at her side he felt
that he could control it in both, but his heart sometimes stood still at
the thought of what could happen were Carolina left defenceless. How
could the child battle with her own nature? He shook his head with his
fine smile as he realized how more than competent she was to fight
her own battles with an alien.
They saw a good deal of Colonel Yancey in those days. He had
some business with the French government which kept him abroad or
going back and forth, and because of his companionable qualities, his
sympathy as well as his brilliance, Captain Lee discussed his most
intimate plans with him.
Carolina always made it a point to be present when her father
and Colonel Yancey smoked their cigars in the library after dinner, for
there it was that conversations took place concerning the South and
Guildford, of so breathless an interest that not one word would she
willingly have missed.
She had a confused feeling concerning Colonel Yancey which she
was too young to analyze. He was only a little past forty, and had won
his title of colonel in the Spanish war. She knew that her father, like
most Southern men, trusted Colonel Yancey, simply because he also
was a Southern man, when he would have been cautious with a
Northerner. He spoke freely of the most intimate plans and dearest
hopes of his life, with all the hearty, generous, open freedom of a
great nature. Yet the watchful child saw something in Colonel
Yancey's eyes, especially when her father spoke of Guildford, and his
passionate hope of the part it would play in Carolina's future, which
reminded the little girl of the look in the gray cat's eyes when she
pretended to fall asleep by the hole of a mouse.
This feeling was too intangible for her to realize at first, but as
years passed by, and Colonel Yancey's business brought him to Paris
every season while General Lee was ambassador, and when her father
was transferred to the Court of St. James, even oftener, she grew
better able to understand her childish fears.
One day in London, when Carolina was about fifteen, Colonel
Yancey made his appearance, dressed in deep mourning. Carolina did
not hear the explanation made of his loss, but she resented vaguely
yet consciously the glances he cast at her during dinner, and when
her father whispered to her that the colonel had lost his wife and no
questions were to be asked, her lip curled and her delicate nostrils
dilated. She listened with more than her usual attention to the
conversation which followed, and in after years it often came to her
mind, and never without giving her some help.
Colonel Yancey opened the conversation with an inexplicable
remark.
"When I hear you talk, captain, I always feel sorry for you."
Carolina lifted her head with instant hauteur, but her father only
smiled and knocked the ashes from his cigar.
"Yes, an enthusiast of my type is always to be pitied," he said,
gently.
"Not entirely that," responded Colonel Yancey. "In some strong
characters, their enthusiasms only indicate their weak points, but it is
not so in your case. It is rather that you have idealized your
homesickness."
"I am homesick," said Captain Lee, "for what I never had."
"Exactly. Now you left Guildford when you were a mere lad, so it
is largely your father's opinion of the South--your father's love for the
old place that you have inherited and made your own, just as, in Miss
Carolina's case, it is wholly vicarious. Have you any idea of the
deterioration your own little town of Enterprise has suffered?"
"I suppose you are right," said Captain Lee.
"I hope, then," said Colonel Yancey, slowly, "that you will never
go back South to live, especially to Enterprise."
Carolina's sensitive face flushed, but she was too well bred to
interrupt.
"You mean," said Captain Lee, with a keen glance at his friend,
"that I would find the South a disappointment?"
"It would break your heart! It hurts me, tough as I am and little
as I care compared to an enthusiast like yourself. It would wound
you, but"--and here he turned his magnetic glance on the young girl--
"for an idealist like missy here, it would be death itself!"
Captain Lee reached out and laid his hand, on his daughter's
head.
"I am afraid so! I am afraid so!" he said, with a sigh.
"You understand me?" questioned Colonel Yancey. It was a
pleasure, which Colonel Yancey seldom experienced, to converse with
so comprehending a man as Captain Lee. He was accustomed to
dazzling people by his own brilliancy, but he seldom dived into the
depths of his penetrating mind for the edification of men, simply for
the reason that the ordinary run of men seldom care to be edified.
But in diplomatic circles, Colonel Yancey was a welcome guest. He
possessed an instinct so keen that it amounted almost to intuition in
his understanding of men, a business ability amounting almost to
genius, and a philosophic turn of mind which permitted him to apply
his knowledge with almost unerring judgment. As a promoter, he had
served governments with marked ability, and had the reputation of
having amassed fortunes for those of his friends who had followed his
lead and advice.
All this Carolina knew and yet--
However, she had the good taste to listen further, without
attempting to draw a hasty conclusion.
"The South," said Colonel Yancey, with a sigh of regret, "is like a
beautiful woman asleep--no, not asleep, but standing in the glorious
sunlight of God, with her eyes deliberately shut. Shut to opportunity!
Shut to advancement! Shut to progress! Her ears are closed also.
Closed to advice! Closed to warning! Closed to truth! Her mind is
locked. Locked against common sense! Locked against the bitter
lesson taught by a jolly good licking. And the key which thus locks her
mind is a key which no one but God Almighty could turn, and that is
prejudice! Blind, bitter, unreasoning, stupid prejudice! That is why her
case is hopeless! That is why fifty or a hundred years from now the
South will still be ignorant, stagnant, and indigent!"
"But why? Why?" cried Carolina, carried quite out of herself by
her excitement.
"I beg your pardon!" she added, flushing.
Colonel Yancey whirled upon her, delighted to have moved her so
that she spoke without thinking.
"Why? My dear young lady--why? Because she spends half her
days and all her evenings fighting over the lost battles of the Lost
Cause. Because she still glories in her mistakes of judgment! Because,
almost to a man, the South to-day believes in the days of '61!"
"Do they still talk about it?" asked Captain Lee.
"Talk about it?" cried Colonel Yancey. "Talk about it? They talk of
little else! They dream about it! They absorb it in the food they eat
and the air they breathe! Every anniversary which gives them the
ghost of an excuse they get up on platforms and spout glorious
nonsense, which is so out-of-date--so prehistoric that it would be
laughable, if it were not pitiable--as pitiable as a beautiful woman
would be who paraded herself on Fifth Avenue in hoop-skirts and a
cashmere shawl. You lose sight of even great beauty if it is clad in
garments so old-fashioned that they are ludicrous."
As Colonel Yancey paused, Captain Lee said, with a quiet smile:
"And yet, Wayne, haven't I heard you breathe fire and brimstone
against the 'damned Yankees,' and when they come South to invest
their capital, don't you feel that they are legitimate prey?"
Colonel Yancey rose to his feet and strode around the room for a
few moments before replying.
"Well, Savannah has had her fill of them, I think. Perhaps I do
consider the most of them damned Yankees, but believe me, captain,
in the first place, we Southerners fully believe that they deserve that
title, and in the second place, we don't want them! No, nor their
money either! Let them stay where they are wanted!"
"Ah-h!" breathed Winchester Lee. "Who now has been talking
beautiful nonsense which he didn't in the least subscribe to?"
"There! There!" said Colonel Yancey. "It is a temptation to me to
follow the dictates of my brain, but my heart, Winchester, is as
unreconstructed as ever! After all, I am no better than the rest of
them!"
"But why do they--do you all feel that way?" asked Captain Lee.
"I assure you from my soul that I do not."
"I know you don't. But you have had strong meat to feed your
brain upon during all these years. The rest of us have had nothing to
feed our intelligence upon except the daily papers--and you know
what they are. Our intellects are ingrowing, and have been for years.
"It is difficult for you to believe this, captain, and almost
impossible for missy. But let me explain a bit further. For nearly forty
years the South has been poor, with a poverty you cannot
understand, nor even imagine. There has been no money to buy
books--scarcely enough to buy food and clothes. The libraries are
wholly inadequate. Consequently current fiction--that ephemeral mass
of part-rubbish, part-trash, which many of us despise, but which,
nevertheless, mirrors, with more or less fidelity, modern times, its
business, politics, fashions, and trend of thought--is wholly unknown
to the great mass of Southern people. The few who can afford it keep
up, in a desultory sort of way, with the names of modern novelists
and a book or two of each. But compared to the omnivorous reading
of the Northern public, the South reads nothing. Therefore, in most
private libraries to-day, you find the novels which were current before
the war.
"Now take forty years out of a people's mind, and what do you
find? You find a mental energy which must be utilized in some
manner. Therefore, after a cursory knowledge of whatever of the
classics their grandfathers had collected, and which the fortunes of
war spared, you find a community, like the Indians, forced to confine
themselves to narratives handed down from mouth to mouth. It
creates an appalling lack in their mental pabulum."
"Are they conscious of this?" asked Captain Lee. He had been
following Colonel Yancey with the closeness of a man accustomed to
learn of all who spoke. Carolina had hardly breathed.
"In a way--yes! In a manner--no! The comparative few who are
able to travel see it when they return, but years of parental training
have bred a blind loyalty to the mistakes of the South which paralyzes
all outside knowledge. Even those who see, dare not express it. They
know they would simply brand themselves as traitors."
Carolina opened her lips to speak, then closed them again. She
had been trained as a child to have her opinions asked for before she
ventured them. Her father, who always saw her with his inner eye,
whether he was looking at her or not, said:
"You were going to say something, little daughter?"
"I was only going to ask Colonel Yancey if they would not
welcome suggestions from one of themselves?"
"Welcome suggestions, missy? They would welcome them with a
shotgun! Take myself, for instance. I have travelled. I am supposed to
have learned something. I and my family have been Georgians ever
since Georgia was a State. Yet when I notice things which my fellow
citizens have become accustomed to, and suggest remedying them,
what do I get? Abuse from the press! Abuse from the pulpit! Abuse
from friends and enemies alike!"
"What did you say, colonel?" asked Captain Lee, smiling.
"Why, I noticed the shabbiness of my little city--and a well-to-do
little city she is. Yet half the residences in town need paint. Southern
people let their property run down so, not from poverty, but from
shiftlessness. You know, captain! It is the Spanish word 'manana' with
them. The slats of a front blind break off. They stay off! Paint peels
off the brickwork. It hangs there. A window-pane cracks. They paste
paper over it. A board rots in the front porch. They leave it, or if they
replace it, they don't paint it, and the new board hits you in the eye
every time you look at it. They decide to put on an electric door-bell.
In taking the old one off they leave the hole and never think of the
wildness of painting the door over! They just leave the hall-mark of
untidiness, of shiftlessness, over everything they own. And if you tell
them of it? Well!"
"I see," said Captain Lee. "I have often wondered why
Northerners always spoke of the South as such a shabby place. They
must have meant what you have just described--a lack of attention to
detail."
"You have noticed it yourself?" asked Colonel Yancey, eagerly.
"You must remember that I have not been south of Washington
for thirty years."
"Ah, yes, I remember. You had the luck to be in the Civil War."
"I was in it only the last two years before the surrender. I enlisted
when I was fourteen, was a captain at sixteen, and was wounded in
my last engagement."
"And you've never been back since?"
"Never!"
Colonel Yancey leaned back and sighed.
"Never go, then!" he said. "Take my advice and never go.
Remember your beautiful unspoiled South as you see her in your
dreams!"
"The South is like a petted woman who openly declares that she
would rather be lied to agreeably than be told the truth to,
objectionably," said Captain Lee, with a regretful smile. Then he
added, with a mischievous glance at Carolina, "Do the ladies still--er--
gossip, Colonel Yancey?"
The colonel simply flung up his hands.
"Gossip? My God!"
It was Carolina who rebuked him. Her voice was grave, but her
eyes flashed fire.
"Do Southern ladies gossip more than Parisian or London ladies?"
"Fairly hit, colonel!" said Captain Lee. "To answer that truthfully,
you must admit that they do not, for nothing can equal the malice of
Paris and London drawing-rooms."
"Quite right, captain. No, missy," he answered, "it is only because
we expect so much more of Southern ladies that their gossip sounds
more malicious by way of contrast."
Carolina smiled, well pleased by the brilliant tact with which he
always extricated himself from a dilemma.
When Colonel Yancey had gone, Captain Lee put one arm around
Carolina's shoulder, and with the other hand tilted the girl's flowerlike
face up to his, with a remark which, if he had made it to his son,
would have changed the whole current of the girl's life. He said:
"Ah, little daughter, the colonel is like all the rest of the
Southerners. He can see the truth and can spout gloriously about her,
but in a money transaction between himself and a Northern man, he
would forget it all, and would consider it no more than honest to 'skin
the damned Yankee,' to quote his own language."
And with that the subject was dropped.
The Lee household at that time consisted of Captain and Mrs.
Lee, the two children, Sherman and Carolina, and the widow of a
cousin of Captain Lee, Rhett Winchester, whom they called Cousin
Lois.
Mrs. Winchester had abundant means of her own, which were all
in the hands of the Lee family agents, and she was distinguished by
her idolatry of Carolina. No temptation of travel, no wooing of elderly
fortune hunters, had power to move her. All the love which in her
early life had been given to her husband, relations, and friends, she
now poured out on the child of her husband's cousin. She had been
denied children of her own, which, perhaps, was just as well, as she
would have ruined them with indulgence. Mrs. Winchester was a born
aunt or grandmother. She took up the spoiling just where a mother's
firmness ceased.
She cared very little for Sherman, who was three years older than
Carolina, and who resembled his Northern mother as closely as
Carolina modelled herself upon her father, except that Sherman was
weak, whereas Mrs. Lee, as a De Clifford of England, inherited great
strength of character as well as a calm judgment and a governable
quality, which made her an admirable helpmeet for the fiery, if
controlled, nature of her Southern husband.
Never was there a happiness so complete as Carolina's seemed to
be. She grew from a beautiful child into a still more beautiful young
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