an ode to potholes (as promised)

Cuz what fabulous poetry doesn’t begin with these epic lines…

roses are red
violets are blue
annoyingly bumpy potholes
make me have to use the loo

already drank my coffee
and I take that as my cue
so the unexpected turbulence
may cause a small snafu

oh, city, oh, county,
I’m speaking to you
if you can’t find a way to fix these holes
it’s my bladder you’ll answer to

where have i been?

So I’ve been thoroughly derelict in my commute-dishing duties. The holidays came and went, and with them so did my engine (I suspect). It’s responded to a good dismantling and scrubbing like a frisky puppy – shaking and whimpering, and generally causing a raucous.

I can’t say that I blame it. 200 some miles 5 days per week now for 7 or so months. It’s overworked. It’s burntout.

I thought it’s tolerance for this commute would outlast mine, but apparently “adapt and overcome” comes with a larger price tag when it’s a vehicle’s motivation in question. Other than that, there’s nothing else new to report. Still driving.

However, I will include that snow and ice and the “wintry mix” wild card do add a new dimension to the drive. Stay tuned for a post dedicated to potholes. Coming soon.