The street leading to my little part of the world has been in bad shape for some time now. Heaves in the road left parts of it three foot higher than other parts. Those of us without monster trucks quickly found that negotiating down the street was always more exciting than one would imagine a trip down a 20 mph residential road should be.
But after a while, you can get use to anything. So most of us reached the point where we knew when to swerve left, when to swerve right, and which puddles to avoid during breakup because