Just this past Wednesday, I wrote about how a pothole of epic proportions had bounced a small child out of his carrier and nearly been his undoing.

Returning from Watts yesterday, I was speechless to find it paved over.

“Stunned” is probably a better word.

For the past year and a half, I have watched the pothole greedily gobble pavement until it grew into something that could probably have been spotted from the International Space Station. And, while everybody cursed it, swerved their way around it, and stared at it in amazement, it continued to sit there.

We posted a brief story, John Jones III from the East Side Riders sent it around to the offices of South L.A.’s elected officials on behalf of the South L.A. bike clubs, and voilà!, one day later, no pothole.

We are grateful for the responsiveness of officials to our concerns and hope that they are dealing with whatever the source of water is that carved out that sinkhole in the first place so that it does not reappear any time soon.