There is an old joke that I hear every Spring here in the mountains of my home. A police officer sees a car swerving erratically on the road ahead. After pulling the car over he walks up to question the driver. The man looks out his car window and says: "I know what you are thinking officer, but I am not drunk. I was just trying to miss all of those potholes."
That joke rang true to me today as I found myself swerving my own car whenever I could to miss the huge holes in the pavement, though, I couldn't swerve much because of the traffic. When that happened I would hit the brakes but still ended up with a bone jarring thud every time my car hit the pothole.
