Loving where I live, and being awash in community spirit, I find it incumbent on me to offer my services to the county.
That is, showing up at road repairs with a spirit level and transit where needed. This turgid response is engendered by the recent attempts at repairing Sodaville Mountain Home Road. As of the recent repairs of two weeks ago, when I drive at highway speed instantly exhausts the rather meager suspension abilities of my 23-year-old-truck.
My 85-year-old head, however is getting a bit mushy on the front left hand side from bouncing off the roof of said truck. I'm old, but ain't necessarily stupid, so now I slow down to six miles an hour and put a dead chicken between my head and the roof and all is bearable till I clear the rather dismal repairs.
I am available most days if it isn't raining.