THE EDITOR, Sir:
THIS IS a familiar story; it is the bewailing of the pothole experience.
Last week on a trip to Ocho Rios I decided to take the scenic route through the Junction.
Well all was proceeding reasonably when on approaching Whitehall Estate I had to run a gauntlet of devilishly-placed potholes. Clang, bang! Oh Lord, I thought, this is it. But the vehicle pressed on. I was amazed. Worse was to come as further along on approaching Port Maria, it was bladang, radang, bram, bram! as I fell into a trench.
Wonder of wonders, the vehicle didn't falter. Now in a state of tremulous anticipation I carried on, until with dint of fortitude I left the beautiful bay beyond Port Maria behind. But I didn't breathe a sigh of relief, because I knew that the most dangerous section remained, that was the deceptive long stretch of apparently good road just beyond the White River.
This section was littered with the most artfully located potholes, awaiting the unwary. I drove skillfully; it became a game. I arrived shaken, but safely, at my destination. I must mention the stress of having to ignore the threats, car horn honking and kamikaze-like overtaking of those temporarily behind me, whose skill at pothole dodging certainly surpassed mine. A question - does it take rocket science to fill potholes?
I am, etc.,
RAYMOND MAIR
14 Broadway Close,
Kingston 8.
