It was a cool, clear morning: blue skies & puffy white clouds.
I grabbed my touring bike with fenders, expecting to find a few puddles left over from yesterday's rain.
I was cutting a turn through a parking lot in City Park, when
bam!
my rear wheel slid out on a scrap of cardboard.
Down I went, tearing up my favorite Portland-style bike knickers.
It just goes to prove,
Litter Hurts.
I grabbed my touring bike with fenders, expecting to find a few puddles left over from yesterday's rain.
I was cutting a turn through a parking lot in City Park, when
bam!
my rear wheel slid out on a scrap of cardboard.
Down I went, tearing up my favorite Portland-style bike knickers.
It just goes to prove,
Litter Hurts.
