Like a wildebeest. – instablief

On the way to the train this morning, I was dutifully circumnavigating a monster puddle. Like a submerged crocodile lurking at the waters edge, a manhole-sized, frost-heaving, pothole jumped up and snapped at my wildebeest.
It didn’t pull us under but it did put an unnatural end to the life of this rim.

WAS a bike rim.  - instablief

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