Rough Road

Stop listening to me.  Oh... you already have.  That's good.

The road in front of my house has recently been scraped in preparation for resurfacing.  Instead of asphalt, it's now a rough, slag surface.  Doing the 65mph speed limit vibrates your teeth.

Westbound lanes have already been resurfaced with brand-new, black asphalt.  Coming home is a smooth ride.  Heading eastbound almost sounds like a record needle run to the center.  It feels like the vehicle is a record needle run to the end of the record, too, skipping back to the continuous loop of static.