Yeah, that's what we used to have but they got a federal grant to improve things.

‘Course where i grew up we had it ‘ard. Aye… We’d get woken up 2 o’clock in the mornin’ after sleeping in a road crater filled with sulphuric acid, race down the street naked in the dead o’ winter to distract the hungry velociraptors while one of us used a dull butter knife to chop off a limb we’d throw into the road hole so the steamroller could come by, flatten it to patch the hole, then use the stump to tamp the edges into place. And drivers these days keep complaining how tough it is to get a pothole fixed…