Potholes are a way of life anywhere there are seasons, but about 50 feet from our driveway, there is a BIG pothole. I mean, big enough that you could hide several ducks in there. Our Lab Hershey could likely lay down in it and be comfortably below the level of the surrounding road. How is this? I don't know, but I've only hit it once... I do NOT want to hit it again.
The pizza man (one of many), however, hits it almost every time he goes by. The poor Saturn he's driving must hate it. You can hear the suspension bottoming out every time, just before the front bumper scrapes hideously on the pavement. It's the automotive equivalent of fingernails on a chalkboard, I guess, but I fear that sooner or later, someone will disappear in this pothole... only to emerge on the other side of the planet.
The problem is, the more that people hit it, the bigger it gets. Not just deeper, but wider. Longer. The next door neighbor and I talked about it today, noting that the weather (below freezing at night, 60s during the day) is perfect for making and growing potholes here in Minnesota... especially since any asphalt fix on the part of the city would likely not be very longstanding. So, we;ll wait a month or so before the pothole gets fixed.
My guess is, the city will not have a very big hole to fill by then... since there will likely be a car in the bottom.
Posted by MEK at April 1, 2004 10:39 PM