Biking -- +++ es and ---es

There is nothing like riding a bike to be aware of your surroundings. Earlier today I enjoyed a leisurely two hour ride to a nearby park and back.

On one particular stretch of road, perhaps three miles long, there were four different places where dysfunctional government procedures had left dangerous situations on the road surface where bikes ride. Had they been hit by my Trek 1420, they could easily do three or found hundred dollars worth of damage to the bike and could conceivably do far worse to me, should I have been thrown, as would be likely.

A few miles further, I found five men in day glow vests (ok) and hard hats (wtf) picking up trash along the edge of the road. I stopped to ask whether they were paid or volunteers (since all five were working at once, I doubted that they were paid) and sure enough, they ARE volunteers.

I thanked them for picking up after the pigs who use the world as their personal garbage can, and shared with them the fact that at my "other place" (Dixie) I do the self same thing myself, at least along the one road on which we live.

Oh, and sitting in a gummint van, doing NOTHING, was the one paid town employee watching the vollies working.