Hotline to the Mechanic
There is something common to both Spanish and American roads and streets. Potholes. Back in Boston they're caused by the continuous freezing and thawing of water on the blacktop and the weight of passing traffic. After winter they blossom like daffodils. Here they're caused by the continuous rain. This month it is now being helped by frosty nights. And they become perpetual. There are potholes and then there are potholes. There are the cracks in the blacktop that make your car wobble as you cruise over them. Those are little embryos, simple bumps in the road that are almost unnoticeable. Then there are regular holes that are simple, that you notice with a slight bump. Unless you find them on the highway. Simple holes there become a driver's nightmare. There you are, cruising with the rest of the cars, keeping to the right-hand lane. Of course, you're not keeping to the speed limit because you have a good car and the day is fine and dandy. All of a sudden you hear ...