Every time I drive on the road to or from my house, which is only a few minutes off of paved Alaskan highway, I feel like a bobblehead.
When I ride my bike, it’s more like an amusement park ride. Wheew!
What this road needs is some snow. That’ll fill in the potholes and smooth out the surface.
(Oops. I used the s-word. It’s still August, so most people in the world would not think it mattered. Nevertheless, it’s too soon to the white precipitation of October to use that word lightly… as the chill in the morning air and the occasional plant already starting to brown and golden prove.)