Monday, February 21, 2011
I've been riding my road bike pretty seriously over the past eight or nine years and besides the green-teethed meth-head's empty cans of Rock Star and Coors Light, I usually see at least one bucket and at least one glove on my rides. Usually - not always.
This artistically-splayed glove that I came across today has been run over so many times that after a few more wet log trucks, it will become a piece of the bridge deck.
I figure that these items come from one of two sources: either they blow out of a fisherman's boat or some contractor's pick-up.
A couple of rides ago, I was worried that I wasn't going to get either one: neither glove nor bucket. About a mile from mile house there was a phone book floating in the ditch alongside the road. You can find gloves AND buckets in the phone book. So that took care of that.