Isn't there a story about a king who sees who can travel a road 
the best, and everyone uses fancy chariots, and one guy comes at the end of the day with a bag of gold he finds under some rocks he dug out of the road, and he wins because everyone else complained about the rocks but this last guy did something about it, and the king said he traveled the road best because the man made it better for everyone else.
That happened today. A sidewalk on an overpass is two inches higher where the highway is, and the bump will knock you off your bike. Last week someone – I assumed the city – did a very poor job of smoothing it out with gravel and tar. Today, I rode up as a man dressed liked Jimmy Buffett in Margareitaville, scooped and patted tar and gravel on the old stuff to make it smoother. He was a fellow bike rider, and he said he was doing it because he didn't want people denting their rims when they rode over it.
There's a lesson there, ladies and gentlemen, I feel sure.
