The day after daylight savings time sprung ahead, I was driving to work. I was used to making the trip in the light of day and was shocked at how different the streets looked when the sun was back below the horizon.
Every Indianapolis driver is on edge driving in early spring. You never know when a chuckhole is lurking in the dark. Luckily, my drive is lit by cobra lights from start to finish. I trucked along in confidence, scanning my field of view, until not eighty yards away from my destination – “CA-CHUNK!…CA-CHUNK!”
I heard the awful rimshot of my car entering and exiting a pothole on my front left, and then the inevitable repeat as the back left followed it in and out. The streets were lit, and I was vigilant. How had I missed it?…