Riding into work yesterday I was faced with bike paths full of broken glass. There must be a correlation between spring temperatures and the square foot density of beer bottle shards. My route takes me past many soccer fields – and so I know who the glass people are. 20-40 year old men, mullets, and soccer enthusiasts. In any case, hard as I tried, I was eventually taken out. Heineken was my culprit. A large piece gouged into my rear tire, but amazingly didn’t penetrated the tire, nor pop the tube. It simply dissected a piece of rubber and after some inspection I continued my commute – albeit, very slowly as I anticipated the eventual casing would blowout. Never happened and I managed to ride home in the evening without incident. Got to love morons that amuse themselves with smashing bottles, especially in areas where kids play in the afternoon. Retards.