Pick Up Your Effin' Trash: Reduex

Now that the sun is hangin' out longer with the intention of burning un-prepared shirtless tourists at the beach I decided it was time to do a full on Secret Slopes lap after work. With my training still being somewhat lackadaisical and the Heartbreak Hundred coming up I thought it might be a good idea to get a little climbing in. On my way up I was relaxed, listening to Alive 2007 and taking my time. I came upon the "Bend of Destiny" and couldn't help but notice that some schmeggy douchebag left his blown tube on the road...

Now I'm all for changing tubes when you get a flat but I'm not all for leaving my shit laying around like this rare beauty of a park that lies like an island amongst the ocean of filth and shit that is Los Angeles is my personal trash can. Especially when a bona fide, true to god, man made trash can that is emptied by park employees lays not a quarter mile up the road.

What really pissed me off is the fact that whomever dropped this tube was a relatively avid cyclist, or at least someone who spends money to look like they are, as this was a pretty high end tube with a 90mm valve stem on it.

Way to help ruin one of L.A's greatest assets... douche.