Originally Posted by
Cadenza
We aren't talking about just hand rails and a wider door!
It's about corrupt government officials, civil engineers, contractors, and a "good ole boy" kickback system.
First comes the permit, then the environmental impact study, then the architectural drawings, the codes inspections, the "approved" contractor list, etc.
I have property in Florida. The county government forced me to spend $35k on 40 feet of "super asphalt" and a commercial driveway apron. It had to be big enough to meet specs to pull an 18 wheeler in there,.....even though it went to a dirt road and no 18 wheeler has ever been there,....or will be there.
Because the civil engineering firm had specified super asphalt, regular asphalt was not acceptable. Wouldn't you know,...there were only three contractors in the county approved for super asphalt,.....all friends of the civil engineering firm and county planning commission. The county inspector had never seen "super" asphalt, didn't know how to handle it, had to call his supervisor to the scene. The supervisor determined that it was too hot, ordered it returned and a new load brought in. (I don't know why they couldn't just let it cool down.)
Not only that, but I was required to cede 40 feet of road frontage land to the county for $1.
Then, three years later I wanted to build a 40 X 60 ft pole barn. I got a price from the contractor for $16k.
Trusses, metal roof, etc.
Every board connection had three 16p nails. The codes inspector came in and demanded that they add a 4th nail to every joint.
Because it was located in what is considered wetlands, the Southwest Water Management Agency (known locally as "Swift Mud") was involved. I forget the exact number, but the permit for that was in the $5-8k range.
By the time I was done paying off the county,.....it cost me just over $30k..........for a $16k pole barn!
I never intended to get off on this subject, but it's an example of how the government is an obstacle to doing business. And for a small business,.....it can be a kiss of death.
My friend with the kickboxing school was in California. You can imagine the looney tunes and over-the-top regulations there!