Hyperbole is one of my personal favorite things. It just makes conversation more fun. On numerous occasions I have made reference to "VW Golf-sized potholes" while complaining about the precarious state of Indy streets. Unfortunately, this is no longer a probable figment of my overactive imagination. It is a reality on my own street. Every day, pretty much every where I go, I must dodge this monstrosity and its rim-bending ways. The worst part is, I think this is the result after attempts to fill it. Is there a fill allotment per pothole?
Yes, I realize I'm missing two hubcaps. If you could see the other side, you'd know I was missing 4. All sacrificed to potholes, occasionally taking a tire or wheel down with them. I refuse to buy new ones until the Broad Ripple potholes are downgraded from treacherous to passable. It's hard to be hopeful in this respect. I've been without hubcaps for 2 years while adhering to this plan.
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