It's the time of year here in Nova Scotia when we all start to complain about the state of our roads.
Truth be told, we complain about roads all year long, but it is a heightened complaint now—bordering on rage and hysteria. It's what we do.
Holes appear in the pavement that can gobble up a car, demolish shocks, or destroy a tire at the very least. It is a bit like complaining about the weather, though; it doesn't seem to change anything.