The first place to look would be inside any of the potholes on Mass. Ave. near the Christian Science Plaza.
Mass Ave is a freaking war zone and my nemesis! I could do without it entirely between the river and the medical center… too bad I NEED it.
Ouch! I don’t like Swan’s Way, but will take that Nutella off your hands if it’s too heavy, you poor dear.
I’m eating Nutella right now. Breakfast of champions! Maybe it should be strapped to the bike, so as to follow you down the hole. You’ll need nutrients down there.
Yes, good thinking, should have been strapped to the bike. Or even better, put in a camelbak backpack strapped to meeeeeeeee.
Nutella… when there’s no dessert for dinner… It’s just me, a spoon, and Nutella. Oh, and fresh Martin’s Potato Bread – toasted – with Nutella … Yum. Oh, and sliced bananas on Nutella with Martin’s bread… Yum. Ok … Sorry, I got carried away there.
All of both Boston and Cambridge have pothole problems everywhere. I personally think the only way to fix the problem is to tear up all the streets, repave them all, and start again from scratch.
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