The thing to love about this time of year is the formation of craters in the ground, otherwise known as potholes. Seriously, I hit one today that was SO big that I was convinced that another car was already down in there. I looked in my rear view mirror, expecting to see a hand emerging from the ground, hoping for assistance.
What scares me is that I recently invested nearly $2,000 in my car — specifically the brakes, tie rods, and other things that are effected when one hits a pothole at 80 mph. (Granted, 80 mph is a wee bit fast to be travelling down a residential street. That’s hardly the point.)
The city will fix these hazardous caverns, and then it seems like they will come back with a major vengeance and have to be fixed not 6 months later. WTF?
On another note, there’s a question that I’ve been meaning to ask . . . why is that it took about a year to determine that Anna Nicole Smith’s son died of some crazy drug overdose, yet it took exactly 5 minutes to determine that Ike Turner OD’d??
Just a point of curiosity.
