Hello pilgrims,
Early this week there was a news clip from Manitoba. It was in fact centered on Winnipeg, and showed many potholes that have become obvious with the approach of spring. The clip showed cars gingerly negotiating the potholes. A wit was fishing in a large sized pothole. Another said that Winnipeg is the pothole capital of Canada and perhaps, the world. Then I remembered that I had written about potholes in this column a while ago and thought I might share excerpts of it for this week.
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I am partial to potholes for many reasons. First, it is good for the economy. The more and deeper the holes, the greater the chances of ruining your shock absorbers. The wheel alignment goes haywire. These issues keep the mechanics busy. Sale of fancy hubcaps goes up, some of them costing as much as 1,000 dollars. Tires are routinely shredded and this keeps KalTire, Canadian Tire etc. happy.
Another distinct advantage is that they cut down on the number of incorrigible cellphone users, who, in spite of repeated warnings, indulge in texting while driving. Drive on Bathurst Street and text a message to your friend and see what happens. Even reading while driving (a habit our Mayor has) is difficult because of the jolts.
It is reassuring that there are, indeed, many aficionados of potholes besides me. One of them is a gentleman called Andrew Clark. He waxes poetic when talking about potholes. To him the pothole is a living organism, which is born, which grows with proper care and dies at the hand of cruel road workers.
In a special to the Globe and Mail (September 10, 2012) He wrote:
The snow is melting and as it does one of our country’s most cherished national treasures is making its glorious return. They are emerging all over Canada, pushing forth through the earth’s surface like crocuses signalling the first blush of spring. I am referring, of course, to the majestic Canadian pothole.
Like bears, potholes spend the winter hibernating. In spring, potholes appear fully grown—glorious gaping cavities pocking our roads and highways, causing untold shock absorber damage, wheel realignments and chipped windshields.
Once potholes reach maturity, they are tended to by dedicated road crews.
Pothole nurturing is a nuanced process. First a road crew will stand around the pothole and smoke (this can take two or three hours). Meanwhile traffic is diverted (scientists have shown that the muffled anguished cries of the delayed motorists help the pothole to breathe.)…….
….After another hour or so, the road crew leaves the pothole, unmolested and moves on. Before that the crew will throw loose asphalt into it. This is known as pothole fertilizer….
It would appear that the asphalt is not pounded down hard, so that it comes loose in a short time, certainly during the next upheaval in the spring.
Clark has some advice for drivers if they encounter a pothole. “Surviving a pothole is much like surviving a bear attack. You must convince the pothole that you mean it no harm. Do not make any sudden movements or swerve out of your lane to avoid a pothole as you may hit another automobile or cyclist.”
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The artwork of Eugene de Blaas of Italy will knock your socks off. It is hard to believe that this painting below isn’t a photo:
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