this is pretty much what my street looks like. Its whats left after they fuck around with some heavy equipment from 8 pm to 4 am. My wife made chicken marsala tonight (which was delicious) but needed the marsala wine. No problem, the store is about 3 miles away and with the 40-45 mph speed limits, i can usually make it there and back in 15 minutes. Well not when the Jeep Compass is too afraid of the roughed up pavement to exceed 25 mph. No joke, not exaggerating, for about 2.5 miles we did 25 f’in mph. Please forgive me for mistaking the shitty joke as an actual SUV. Trail rated bro. fuck you. i’m hungry, the kids are hungry, get out of my way!!!!!!!!!