“Salvation belongs to our God,
who sits on the throne,
and to the Lamb.”
Riding very, very slowly up Brickyard Road on studded-tire Charlotte with a couple of full panniers, I noticed this item in the bike lane:
Seriously, a knife blade? Where’s the rest of the knife? Why was it in the road? I decided to do my future self — and other bicyclists who ride up Brickyard Road, of which there are many — a favor and pick this sharp, sure-to-cause-a-flat-tire weapon up and dispose of it safely. “Slamming on the brakes” technically describes my stop, but at that speed, it was more like I just stopped pedaling and all forward motion ceased pretty much immediately. I snagged it and tossed it into my capacious panniers. Now I have to figure out: Can I recycle a rusty knife blade?