their crap begins to pile up alongside the roads I pedal.
Starting each Spring, and running through late Fall, I appoint myself Litter Picker-Upper of One.
You see the yield so far. Beer cans, water bottles, Mickey D food and drink vessels, cigarette packs, booze bottles, and miscellaneous garbage that dirty, selfish, inconsiderate pigs throw out car windows so guys like me will pick it up.
And so I do. With a happy heart. But wishing that litter perpetrators wouldn't trash the neighborhood in the first place.