The streets and avenues here in The Big City are routinely cracked and broken, and stay that way throughout the spring, summer and into the fall. There may be some patching up here and there, but they go mostly untouched as the year continues to unfold. Riding bicycles on these streets can be a real horrorshow (e.g., Milwaukee Ave between North Ave and Wabansia).
Then, all of a sudden, starting in early October, as if by magic, road repair crews start descending on all parts of The City en masse, engaging in a feverish flurry of activity. You can hardly go more than a mile on any major thoroughfare before you see entire sections of road closed off, or lanes barreled off, for blocks on end. Traffic halts to a standstill even on low-traffic days and times as crews actively shut down access and egress for several minutes at a time to allow this dump truck or that loader to ferry broken asphalt and dirt from this point to that.
This goes on all the way up to December 30, at which point, as if by magic once more, everything related to road repair evaporates completely from the scene, leaving nary a trace save for some still-blocked-off roads that will remain as such well into late spring, at the very least.
You're a savvy person. I don't have to tell you why this is.
The best part of all this, of course, is that we get these brand spanking new roads, smooth as glass, in place just in time for the coldest months of the year, during which they buckle and break as the temperatures careen from sub-zero to thaw levels to sub-zero and then back again, until they can present themselves as freshly-cracked and -broken streets and avenues to my bicycle once I pull that out of hibernation in late April or so.