One of my little quirks: I never take the same route to work two days in a row. At this time of the year in the Salt Lake Valley, that idiosyncrasy has some interesting results.
Like the other day when … It came seemingly out of nowhere! And I wasn’t even speeding. But when I saw it out of the corner of my eye, I reacted with both brakes and a tug on the wheel that would have made Andretti proud. Of course, all I did was perfectly position my passenger-side front wheel to drop neatly into the center of that yawning hole that somehow opened up in the asphalt since I last drove 2700 West.
As the wheel slammed into the back of the pothole, my car shuttered and I swore, and just at that moment this thought also hit me: " These people, these government managers who can’t seem to purchase the right materials to withstand our winters, these administrators who can’t get those holes repaired before they cost the taxpayer the additional tax of auto repairs – these bureaucrats who nightly bring you the traffic jam, and the ridiculous on-ramps from hell – they want to run our financial institutions too. "
And fix our healthcare.
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