The ATL is the most potholiest place on the planet. And my car is an effing magnet for them. This morning I celebrated what must be the one-skillionth time hitting this massive, gaping chasm in the highway, the highway for pete's sake. I mean, I have five lanes to choose from, and yet I always find myself in that one, and I never bloody well remember that it is there--until it is there. PLUS it's over by the white line, so either I am a really shitty driver, or that hole and my car are meant to be together.

Just found this. Ha.