I live in a neighborhood which was first established in the 1920's. In fact, our neighborhood Park, Trolley Barn Park, sits on the spot where the original streetcar terminal sat, and not far away are homes on the place where a major Ostrich "ranch" once existed, back when ostrich feathers were a precious commodity in women's fashion.
But I digress.
The streets around here are famed for cracks and potholes. However, the city is slowly but surely repaving them, a couple of blocks at a time. And when they do, it's such a joy riding on the freshly paved (well, a few days old) streets. Smooth, quiet, mmmmm...
About half my morning "commute" (really just thirty minutes of cardio) is now repaved. I love it!