I travel this one rural road every day to work.
And last month, I hit a terrible pothole. Brutal. Like, I felt the jolt of it radiate from my butt to the top of my head (as it hit the roof my car interior. And I am short.)
The same pothole has been there for nearly a month. Worsened by the fact that it doesn't even look like a pothole, or anything worthy of bracing yourself while soccer-momming the nearest passenger.
|Beautiful, historic Canal Road, in Griggstown, NJ (07/24/12)|
If I don't need a new suspension soon, then I will probably need a whole new car altogether. And a new skull. Or something to fill in the skull-shaped dent in the roof of my car.
But something happened. If you have any doubts that your fellow man is not looking out for you, good citizen, well think again.