I brace for impact. I didn't spot the pothole in front of me in time. The thud of my car as it bobbles it makes its way through this crater, the likes of which NASA astronauts on the moon would study if this had been found on the moon.
What wouldn't be found on the moon however, would be the constant set of temporary traffic lights which make their home on my way route to and from work everyday. It must be a universal rule in modern day Britain that no matter how hard one tries, one will come across temporary traffic lights or restrictions on whatever route one takes.
Despite the constant roadworks, my car still bares the brunt of roads that even residents in the Donbas would quiver at after four years of war. My Nissan Micra perseveres in the face of such adversity.
With the amount of tax we, as drivers, pay through vehicle tax, fuel duty, and council tax to name a few, it is us, the drivers, who have to prove our vehicle is roadworthy. Yet I've never seen a local authority have to prove to us taxpayers that a road is carworthy?
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