A time to focus purposefully on the road to Arcosanti. The real road, I mean: not the spiritual or intellectual path that one has taken, which provokes curiosity about Arcosanti, but rather the physical road that's been traversed by virtually everyone who, over the course of 40-plus years, has meant to get there from somewhere.
From wherever. From anywhere, by way of Cordes Junction.
That road is not an Edgar Mueller trompe l'oeil shockeroo (see link below) but no-one in a car (heaven forbid low slung and sporty, or with lousy shocks), on a bicycle, in an emergency vehicle (even more heaven forbid), or never-you-mind roller or in-line skates (fuhgeddaboudit!) loves that road.
For good reason: it's a mean road. An undercarriage-destroying, shock-absorber-hating, tire-loathing, habitation and development-inhibiting, pedestrian-unfriendly, wheel-stealing, cycle-unlikeable, transit-lover-defying misery of a road.
You don't have to be perverse to detest it or even merely to dislike it intensely. And no-one will castigate you if you do.
If you are, like me, a transit-appreciative person, here's a YouTube gem about transit. It doesn't mention "arcology" but it does connect the deadly dots between historical erosion of mass transit and the violent burgeoning of suburban sprawl.
Reinforces the case for arcological development. Does it explain the road to Arcosanti? You tell me...please?