Karl du Fresne: My war with the NZTA: Part Deux

Here’s a piece of advice for anyone contemplating a road trip: carefully check the NZTA website beforehand for any road closures. 

This never used to be an essential precaution. It is now. And again the question must be asked: what has changed that requires state highways to be so frequently closed, causing huge inconvenience and disruption, when it wasn’t necessary in the past? 
The obvious answer is that it’s part of a wider bureaucratic obsession with “safety” – here I pointedly use inverted commas – that has steadily strengthened its grip on the country to the point where it’s a drag on the economy and an impediment to progress. 

In the case of the NZTA, this obsession is exacerbated by an apparent culture of disregard for the needs and rights of the public. The long-standing principle that New Zealanders should be free to travel on public roads without let or hindrance, to use a delicious old legal phrase, has been systematically subverted to the point where we accept holdups as an inevitable fact of life. 

No one can complain when roads are closed for essential and urgent repairs, as happened north of Napier after the devastation caused by Cyclone Gabrielle, but routine highway maintenance and improvement is surely another thing. Yet the Desert Road – part of the main artery between Auckland and Wellington – was closed for two months during summer, forcing traffic to take a 40-minute detour. Does the NZTA factor the cost and inconvenience of such disruption into its calculations, or does it just go ahead because it can? 

My own experience, reinforced yet again by a recent road trip through Taranaki, the Waikato, the Central North Island and Hawke’s Bay, tends to confirm my long-held view that the NZTA views road users in much the same way as Basil Fawlty regarded his hotel guests – as nuisances to be managed with minimal inconvenience to the control freaks in charge. 

Delays and disruptions were constant. Intriguingly, there seemed to be no consistency. I think it was on the outskirts of Te Kuiti that I saw at least 200 metres of road cones encroaching on the road where a single truck was working on a roadside power pole. Only an hour or so later, I passed several trucks and a big crew working on a much larger job but with a minimal number of cones and no disruption to traffic. Decisions seem to be left to the discretion of the specific site manager. 

Inevitably I also saw sections of road cordoned off with cones where nothing was happening at all, and speed limits imposed for supposed road works that either hadn’t yet started or had been completed. This is routine. The inevitable result is public disregard for speed warning signs, which is the very reverse of safe. 

At Tongaporutu, in northern Taranaki, SH3 was reduced to one lane, controlled by traffic lights, for a couple of kilometres when only a short section of roadside barrier was being replaced at one end. A clear case of overkill – but at least the road was still open, which was more than could be said for SH54, which links Feilding with SH1 north of Hunterville, when my wife and I tried to drive over it en route to Taupo in November. 

On that occasion roughly 40 km of SH54 was closed to northbound traffic for what turned out to be about two hundred metres of work towards the northern end (we saw this on the return journey). Traffic was diverted back through Fielding and onto SH1 through Bulls, adding – at a rough guess – an hour to the travel time. 

What made it worse was that because of poorly conceived signage, we were probably 20km along the road before we realised there was no way through. An electronic sign advising that SH54 was closed was placed in such a way that traffic coming off a side road from Ashhurst, as we did, couldn’t easily see it. 

In any case, for the sign to mean anything you had to know you were on SH54, and I’ve driven that route countless times without having a clue what its official designation is. 

It takes a particular type of dull, pedantic bureaucratic mind to assume that all road users know the official nomenclature of the highway they’re on. In this case, a sign saying “Highway closed ahead” or “No access to SH1” would have done the job, but no; logic and common sense don’t apply. 

That was one of two recent instances in which an entire road was closed in one direction for what we later discovered was a short section of work that didn’t appear to involve major reconstruction. Why there couldn’t have been a simple stop/go arrangement for that section, leaving the road open to traffic in both directions, albeit with short delays, is a question only NZTA could answer. 

Incompetence is one obvious explanation, but there’s also the possibility that making things easier for road users just isn’t a priority for the NZTA. I suspect such road closures may be indicative of the NZTA’s corporate ethos and its general attitude toward the public. It points to a culture of, at best, indifference and at worst, arrogance toward road users. 

In the more recent instance, traffic between Ashhurst and Bunnythorpe (a part of New Zealand that I’m coming to view as some sort of terrestrial Bermuda Triangle) was sent on a long diversion caused by the laying of pipes beside a section of road (beside, not on) that was probably no more than 200 metres long. 

The detour was a relatively minor inconvenience for us – perhaps an extra 10 minutes at most. But if you’re catching a plane or hurrying to an appointment, a 10-minute delay could make the difference between a good day and a bad one. 

I should add that this happened when the road was unusually busy with traffic heading to the popular Central Districts Field Days, a factor that the traffic management planners either didn’t take into account or didn’t consider worth worrying about. Incompetence, indifference or a combination of the two? Take your pick. 

All this points to the possibility of a deeper cultural flaw within the NZTA: namely, an inability (or perhaps stubborn refusal) on the part of NZTA planners and bureaucrats to place themselves in the position of the typical road user – i.e. the people the agency supposedly serves. 

This is also obvious in comically illogical destination signage which unfailingly omits the place names most likely to mean something to the traveller. 

I’m digressing here, but I noticed, heading north at a roundabout on SH3 at New Plymouth, that the most prominent directional sign pointed to a place called Northgate. Not to Hamilton, not to Auckland, not even to Te Kuiti, but to Northgate – a location that no one from outside New Plymouth is likely to have heard of or be remotely interested in visiting, and which doesn’t rate a mention in my 2018 NZ Road Atlas. 

Even Google isn’t sure where Northgate is, but the geniuses at NZTA who decide what names to put on road signs evidently think it’s the destination of most significance to travellers heading north out of New Plymouth and looking for confirmation that they’re on the right road. 

This is a common characteristic of NZTA highway signage, which frequently points to no-account places (Tauriko, Pauatahanui and Ongaonga are other examples) to the exclusion of towns and cities whose names actually mean something. 

None of the above should be surprising when you consider that the NZTA is a big, monolithic institution with no competitor to keep it on its toes and no politician with the guts or gumption to pull it into line. 

The NZTA appears to be answerable to no one: a law unto itself. Labour MP Kieran McAnulty has admitted as much, revealing in 2023 that when he was a cabinet minister holding the associate transport portfolio he was powerless to influence the NZTA over its insistence on an irrational and deeply unpopular 80 kmh speed limit on SH2 (which is wide, flat and straight) through the Wairarapa. It wasn’t until more than a year after the election of the National-led coalition that sanity finally prevailed and the former 100 kmh limit was reinstated. 

If it seems from all the foregoing that I have become mildly obsessed with the NZTA and the traffic management racket, I plead guilty. I should get out more often. 

Oh, that’s right, I do get out often. It's just that every time I try to go anywhere, road cones dog me every step of the way.

Karl du Fresne, a freelance journalist, is the former editor of The Dominion newspaper. This article was republished from his blog which can be found at karldufresne.blogspot.co.nz.