Once again, I was shocked and aghast at the horrible condition our local rednecks left our neighborhood’s county park after this past Sunday’s annual Chili Cook-off. This happens every year, so I don’t know why I was shocked. And I’m sure mine and anyone else’s complaints would fall on deaf ears, because evidently our inconsiderate county leaders care more for a handful of noisy, destructive partygoers than they do for the general public that makes daily use of the park. The park in its current condition, though, is unusable. I cannot imagine any mother or father bringing their young ones into a park that is strewn with broken glass on all of the walking paths and play areas, has broken whiskey and beer bottles scattered about, large mud pits throughout the park formed by spinning knobby truck tires, even a full plate of auto/truck glass that evidently fell out of one of the vehicles. Anyway, I managed just over ten-miles this morning after being ill the past few days. So let’s call this morning’s ride my Post Chili Cook-off Recovery Mountain-Bike Ride. How fitting is that title?