One of my favorite cycling roads is Banducci, which has great climbs on both sides of a pass with awesome views (see "Hammer of Doom"), but every time I ride it, I keep seeing more and more trash, and I get so angry at the loser idiots who drive it. Believe me, I don't think cyclists are cranking way up this pass just to toss a 40 ouncer into the sage! So my frustration and disgust kept growing. Why doesn't somebody clean this up, huh? Somebody indeed. On my last ride, I'd had enough. I was going to be the phreakin' change I wanted to see, if ya get my drift. Dirty Harry style, I went out a purchased a .44 Magnum grabber thingy and a bunch of big garbage bags and went hunting for the heinous spore of Redneckius maxiumus americanus. Here's how the adventure played out.....
The hunting grounds:
The .44 armed and ready:
First bottle grab:
Rock 'n' roll on the shoulder:
Many, many cig butts--yikes!
When the Beatles sang "Why don't we do it in the road?" I didn't think anyone took them seriously. Ewwwwww.....
The mighty White Hunter bags the limit!
Tomorrow I get to ride that piece of road and revel in the trash-free splendor, at least for a little while. We gotta look after our sacred places, and for road cyclists, that's the road.