The summer means its time for repaving, re-grading, re-fucking up the streets of New York City as prescribed by the Department of transportation or the Romulan Empire or one of those elusive and tyrannical shadow organizations. If you are a bicyclist who gets stuck on one of these recently excavated roads, stripped of its top layers, manhole covers checkering the roadway raised a inch or two from the surface like carbuncles on the peeling skin of sunburned body, then you will know the of the tribulations of the broken blacktop. Another facelift on a decomposing body. Except the body is a road. Like Jewel Avenue. And the Romulans have forsaken the cyclist. As is their way.
I finish my ride and use my cycling gloves to extract all the bits of new pavement stuck to my tires.
I look up pavement graders on the old you tube and find this nugget:
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