Oh I could have doctored the photo a bit more so you could actually see what I'm talking about....but you see what I'm talking about?!Preslicely Dear Watson: there in the dark of night is a sliver of road missing. Right there where the bike goes. Someone call Shel Silverstein.
Good thing they put that big metal plate there to protect people from falling in the big gigantic hole in the street. Good thing I saw it there a few nights ago. D.A.Y.S. ago (again with that). What's that? Timmy's in the...Well Holy Hole Bikeman!
So the road is eating tires as midnight snacks? Rolleos. Nice. Right there on Wisconsin Avenue. NOW can you give me three feet?
"It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
So it set off in search
of its missing piece.
And as it rolled
it sang this song - "Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."
— Shel Silverstein
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