Since the snow has thawed, I've finally been able to enjoy using my bike to get around town. That's one of the things a guy looks forward to when I see the weather picking up. Not only is it an enjoyable activity but has also become my primary means of transportation to and from work.
This is normally a reliable way to get around. The only exception to that has become my nearly bi-weekly ritual of replacing flat tires. Why am I getting all these flat tires you ask? The culprits are all of the smashed bottles and shattered glass that litter not only the trails, but the roads as well. I guess realistically it's not the glass' fault but whomever keeps lobbing bottles everywhere.
Now, I am not naive enough to think that the kids who are doing this are going to read this letter and even if they did, I am sure they aren't going to empathize with those of us who bike and cease and desist. I guess the best I can hope for is that if anyone who happens to see smashed glass near their property or somewhere close to an available broom, that they take a minute to clean it up.
It seems insignificant but with the eight flat tires I have had since spring thaw, it could really save me and many others the inconvenience and hassle of buying new bike tubes or waking up and having to call in late to work because of a flat tire surprise in the morning.
Really, it's unfortunate that this is even an issue. As I was working out whether this issue warranted a letter to the paper I was walking from Deer Ridge Mac’s to around Bellerose High. In the span of that walk, I stepped over three smashed bottles. So really, bottle kids, let’s chill out with that.
Bryce Page, St. Albert
