They’re back. Potholes. You know you hate them.

This lovely black car is most likely about to be in need of a front-end alignment. David L. Ryan / The Boston Globe

Beneath puddles, they hide from unsuspecting axles. They disguise themselves as snow. They lurk in wait to wreck undercarriages, tires, rims.

Potholes have started to make their annual appearance. They’re harbingers, announcing a season of misery for cars and trucks, motorists and cyclists alike.

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