Background:
This weekend, I blew out the front tire of my bike while in mid-descent down a reasonably steep trail. After doing my splendid impersonation of Superman in flight, I inspected the damage, and discovered that my front tire had been compromised by shards of brown, beer-bottle glass.
It had cut through the tread, worked its way into the tire, and punctured the tube. Tire blows, Donnie takes flight, Donnie spends a quality fifteen minutes extracting gravel from his elbows and another fifteen minutes trying to get his stricken tube to hold enough air to get home (glueless patches will be the topic of another Pit thread, someday).
Okay, now here comes the rant.
To all you teenagers who sneak off into the woods to drink beer: Hey, sneaking into the woods to drink beer doesn’t bother me. At one time or another, we all did it (if your parents say they haven’t, they’re lying). So really, who am I to judge? Just be sure to drink responsibly, have a DD, all the other old-man crap I feel obligated to spout.
But why, why, WHY are you smashing your beer bottles? What the fuck are you little freaks thinking about? Overstimulated by too much Muchmusic? Should we be blaming it on Marilyn Manson? Is there some band who has the backwards-masked message “Smash beer bottles on one of the most popular riding trails in your town, all the cool kids are doing it?” Is it hormones that make you into stupid little tire-trashing, trail-wrecking fuckwads?
Let’s set aside Donnie’s skinned arms and ruined tire for a moment. You see, what I really don’t understand is how you seem to ignore the obvious economic impact of your bottle-smashing ways. See, it works like this: The beer store will take back empty beer bottles, and give you what we call MONEY for them. No, you do not need to present valid identification to return empty beer bottles. This MONEY can then be exchanged for goods, services, and more importantly (providing you can find someone with proper or convincing ID), MORE BEER. Therefore, you are literally throwing money away by smashing beer bottles. Simple economics, really.
Money that you little assholes now owe me for the replacement of my tire and inner tube. Little bastards.
grrrr
