After spending most of this 9/11 with ice-water in my veins all over again, I was sort of coming up short on ways to make myself feel a little more, oh, September 10th-ish.
Us SF residents just seem to love potholes. There are so many of them I can't think of any other explanation. When they feel like we're just having too much fun with them, The City uses one of three methods to fix a pothole;
1. Ignore it and hope it goes away.
2. Turn it into a speedbump.
3. Get a can of bright orange spray paint and spray a jaunty outline around it.
Sometimes I'll be driving along and see one of these craters approaching. Either the slalom games begin, or I see it too late and nail it. I used to get really annoyed when the latter happened, and then I just stumbled across this little cure:
When you see that unavoidable pothole coming, wait until you hit it, and then yell "POTHOLE!" at the top of your lungs. I did it by accident, I'm sure meaning to precede it by some expletive or another. But I just ended up cracking myself up, because it's one of those words that gets funnier the louder you say it. Like 'rubbish!'
My tires hate it though...
Posted by eric at September 11, 2006 09:42 PM