Day. Moe.

18milesperhour:

UNIVERSAL TRUTH OF CYCLING #17:  THE BROWN MILE
This is the first mile or so of any major trailhead.
See, mountain bikers aren’t the only ones who are anxious to hit the trail after a long ride in the car – hikers’ dogs are, too. And what’s the first thing they do after being cooped up for so long? They bound up the trail a few dozen yards, squat and create pungent landmines for us to slalom as we warm up our legs.
Rhys couldn’t get himself to draw several steaming piles of dog stink so he drew another, similarly annoying item: The brown bag.
This is when the dog’s owner appears to be doing everyone a favor by bagging their dog’s waste. But instead of carrying it out, they leave it in the bag, on the trail. 
Thanks for nothing.
Instead of flicking the stool into the bushes for it to biodegrade or work its way back into the circle of life, they’ve left Mother Nature a bunch of plastic to deal with as well. Or are they hoping someone else will tote their dog’s stool out for them? Does the Parks Department have a crap valet service?
At any rate, on a hot summer morning I find dodging these fragrant piles an awfully uninspiring way to start a ride. 

18milesperhour:

UNIVERSAL TRUTH OF CYCLING #17:  THE BROWN MILE

This is the first mile or so of any major trailhead.

See, mountain bikers aren’t the only ones who are anxious to hit the trail after a long ride in the car – hikers’ dogs are, too. And what’s the first thing they do after being cooped up for so long? They bound up the trail a few dozen yards, squat and create pungent landmines for us to slalom as we warm up our legs.

Rhys couldn’t get himself to draw several steaming piles of dog stink so he drew another, similarly annoying item: The brown bag.

This is when the dog’s owner appears to be doing everyone a favor by bagging their dog’s waste. But instead of carrying it out, they leave it in the bag, on the trail.

Thanks for nothing.

Instead of flicking the stool into the bushes for it to biodegrade or work its way back into the circle of life, they’ve left Mother Nature a bunch of plastic to deal with as well. Or are they hoping someone else will tote their dog’s stool out for them? Does the Parks Department have a crap valet service?

At any rate, on a hot summer morning I find dodging these fragrant piles an awfully uninspiring way to start a ride.