Ah, I see you’ve encountered one of the ancient monoliths. Once a yellow pillar of the community, these behemoths delighted neighborhood children who would spend hours playing with them. Many skateboards and scooters were propelled upwards by these olden obstacles, but bicycles were the most well-regarded. And these highlighter highlights could make any child on a bicycle feel like a king. Those who could wheelie achieved jumps, those who could balance achieved wheelies, and those who could do neither taught everyone the importance of a helmet. “But I can’t do it!” the smaller ones would yell, and others would shout, “faster! You gotta go FASTER!” Some would become airborne, but all would finish laying down, usually having shared considerable patches of skin with the pavement.

Yes, once a mighty watering hole for the daring, this archaic entertainment has laid down and breathed its last. Its once bright yellow skin has fallen off over the years, revealing a rotting blemish on the road. Where there was once cheers and laughter surrounding this proud protrusion, now lies a pile of bones and the modern chants of “god damnit! Where did that come from?!”