Saturday, November 03, 2012

Of Bullets and Bicycles

bullets in Antioch
Found on the streets of my town.
What's the point of having a blog if you don't rant occasionally and make broad sweeping generalizations about the state of humanity? That's right, none.

I ride my bike. I ride a lot in Antioch California, where I live. It's a suburb. There's a lot of the usual crap on the road. I've complained on this blog before about amount of broken glass mixed in with the fast food wrappers.

But this is even more disconcerting: Bullets. Yep, lying in the road, so obvious and glistening they grab my attention as I ride past them. You may ask yourself, as I have, "Why the heck are there bullets lying about on the streets?" I don't know the answer, but I'll bet they aren't being dropped by hunters and target shooters carrying legal firearms as they go about in lawful exercise of their second amendment rights.

Clarification: I didn't find these in one ride, or the same place, or even all this last year.  I did, however,  find them on regular suburban neighborhood streets, and not on country roads.

Maybe it's related to this:

Maybe I should just be grateful that, at least so far, I haven't been aware of anyone taking shots at me as I cycle through town. Perhaps it's just a matter of time, and I've been foolish to point out the possibility of becoming a potential target. 

In any event, I am once again reminded of a friends modified appropriation of a line from "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy."

Stay classy, Antioch.


  1. Make sure to check to see if your name is on one of those...
    Where I live I'm sure there's on out there with my initials!

  2. "What's the point of having a blog..."

    Wait, blogs are supposed to have a point? This... changes... everything...


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