It’s funny you say that, because I turned a good bit of my right side into what looked like hamburger by flipping my bike on a pothole.
There’s a running joke (probably in every state, but I’ve mostly heard it in relation to Ohio) that the state flower is a traffic cone, and the state tree are the big orange barrels. Brand new roads get ripped up every winter because plows and road salt aren’t good for… Well, anything except cars. And they’re not even goor for cars long term.