reality on the sweet singletrack

While riding on of my neighborhood’s rare mountain-biker designed pieces of singletrack on my cross bike yesterday, I came across a new kind of unrideable: trash bags.  Full of abandoned clothing.  It appears as though the nearby concrete had become some kind of disposal facility for neighboring communities.  I am adhorred by the thought that someone would even consider invoking greater damage to the environment – and so directly as to dump in one of the few serene places in the urban city of Oakland.  The Oaklandish probably need it more than anyone, and that clothing could’ve gone to Salvation Army to help keep the homeless warmer this winter.

Such a shame…