the barn in fall

the barn in fall

Friday, March 11, 2011

The First Potholes of Spring

Or, Why it won't pay to wash my truck for the next two months.  This is what the road looked like today directly in front of my house...
                                                                                    ...and for miles in either direction.  The closest pavement is over a mile away.  That's two minutes in dry miles; ten minutes in mud miles.  In town I drive by the two car washes and sigh, thinking how nice it would be to see the paint beneath the mud on my truck.  But what's the point?  By the time I got home it would be mud-brown again.

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