Tonight on my way home on the Clive Greenbelt I came across Jane, a roadie with 3000 miles this year, off her bike and picking up broken glass off a bridge. She gave me a warning and told me to check my tires. I stopped and did that and then joined her in the glass removal. Most people rode by. I almost did. Then I thought about it for a second. Mary will be riding through this and both Mary and I will ride across this trail section tomorrow morning about 530 am. Having just put new tires on her bike and on the one I was riding at the time and two more to put on my regular commuter at home tonight I had little desire for more tire changes/fixing. I should help.
This is not the first time I have stopped and gotten off the bike to pick up glass with my bare hands. Usually I can sweep it off the trail with my shoes. Not this stuff. Small and unidentifiable. Jane said she did not know what it was from. "Not a pop bottle." What it was did not matter. Getting it off the trail was all that counted.
The glass was on the bridge just east of 86th St. A trail user had to have done this. Too far away from the street for someone in a car to casually toss it out the window. Intentional or not I cannot pronounce. Removal I can do.
I really wish more people would take the time to stop and clean such objects off the trail. That would be a real service. Give back to the community. I salute Jane for doing this. A selfless act. Then again I see her everyday on a road bike and I know the pain of fixing a flat.
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