Even the Shire of Swan doesn't have limitless dosh (though I pay the same rates as my brother whose property is in a different shire, by the beach and worth at least double the value of mine - enough grumbling). So, when laying a bike path in a semi-rural area would mean widening the verge and moving the power lines, it would be understandable if the shire threw up it's hands in despair and mumbled about lack of funds.
But, dear, old Swan Shire has a 'make-do and mend' philosophy which has given me years of pleasant cycling on one of the quirkier bike paths close to home. It runs up into the Swan Valley and I'm eternally grateful for it's access to so much yummy food and plonk. Run a strip of bitumen around the crumbling, power poles, nail on a reflector and Bob's your uncle! With time, some of the poles have needed to be propped up or replaced (see above), and the tree roots definitely add a sense of micro-undulation to the ride, but, it's a stress-free, pleasant pottle all the same. I have only had one near miss with a pole. It was dark and I had been enthusiastically sampling the offerings of several German-style breweries as part of a friend's birthday celebrations. Hmm . . . 'nuff said.