Minneapolis has a lot of bike paths. Glass happens. At first I would get frustrated when I saw broken glass on the bike path. Then one day I saw people with brooms, then there was a light bulb in my head - and not a broken one.
From that point forward my thinking changed. I had a new bike path mantra, "I have never seen more broken glass, than happy people on the bike path." Happy People win! Mechanically more slowly I added a broom rack to my bike, on a trip to Ax-man I found the perfect garbage can. With that my bike, The Polish Eagle, was ready to pick up glass.
It started to feel like bird watching, a passive distrattion on my rides. I started a mental tally of what species of glass was on the path - miller lite, a flask of vodka... There were a lot of cans, I started to pick them up too, a secondary tally of cans vs. bottles started in my head. I started to notice if I road early on Saturday and Sunday a lot of the bottles weren't broken, started to speculate - those who drink and leave bottles may not be the bottle breakers?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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