It’s Pothole Season: That Sound Was Your Front End Falling Out

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Ah, Spring! Nature is in bloom, and so are the potholes on your ride to work. To help you avoid the scourge of a rainy spring, we’ve collected some of the worst we’ve ever heard of, along with some actual legit tips from AAA.

Potholes are sneaky. You’ll go out for milk on Tuesday night without a problem and by Wednesday morning, a two-foot dog-washer opens up:

Most of the time, they’re hiding out close to the shoulder of the road, but then BOOM, a real spine-grinder shows up right in the middle of the travel lane:

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The Detroit Free Press has a Pothole Patrol that heads out all over the metro region to see how awful the streets are. One road was so bad it made an appearance on a sign at a carpet and flooring store:

Some roads require you to run a gauntlet of dirty water hiding wheel-busters like these:

Then there’s this ball joint-punisher in Ireland:

You can report these drag-link-separators to the proper authorities, but with thin budgets eaten by snow removal, you might find that they’re unresponsive. That’s when the locals turn vigilante.

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Mike DeFazio in St. John, New Brunswick had a blowout when he tagged a tire-shredder near his home, so the Good Samaritan  decided to help his fellow man and fill the hole himself.

Suddenly, the city snapped into action — and threatened him with a fine.

“His intentions were well-meaning and he undertook actions on his own to fill potholes either out of frustration or perception of a lack of action and he put a lot of gravel on the road,” Kevin Rice, the city’s deputy commissioner of transportation and environment services said.

“The problem with that is he filled a thick layer of gravel over the asphalt surface and what happens then [is that] I began to receive complaints from the public.”

St. John appears to be some kind of nucleus of sway bar-bruiser activity. This one is four feet deep. (Banana for scale):

That particular axle-crusher was so bad that comic Bryan Aylward crawled inside to deliver a profanity-laced rant.

It’s no better in the South. One strut-snapper in Jackson, Mississippi was around so long that a local resident threw it a birthday party.

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A Chicago artist named Jim Bachelor put his creativity to use by making mosaics out of the subframe-twisters in his neighborhood:

Our friends at AAA tell us that Pitman arm-pulverizers like this add up to $15 billion over the last five years, and that the average repair runs north of $300, something that your insurance won’t cover.

Keep your eyes peeled and your loins girded and let us know where your worst potholes are located.


Craig Fitzgerald

Craig Fitzgerald

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