I was having one of those moments of inebriated lucidity (without having had even a whiff of alcohol, mind you) as I was contemplating the state of our roads.
In the midst of our pavement, we have potholes the size of meteor craters. Never mind that a bicycle rim might be turned into useless scrap metal on falling into one of these canyons, imported cars could disappear into them.
On the other hand, the bike lanes in our fair cities are full of post-winter/pre-spring crap: enough gravel for an Olympic jogging track, car parts that were squashed before they could crawl to the safety of the curb, enough broken glass to begin your very own recycling depot.
My plan: put the bike lane crap into the potholes. Seal with crazy glue. Ride safe.
Next, I'll work on peace in our time.