Originally Posted by
Darth Lefty
My grandad used to get on his 10-speed every morning with a plastic bag on his handlebars to ride out into the desert and look for interesting junk.
^This.^
Occasionally I'll tote a heavy duty trash bag and pick up the junk people discard along one of my rural riding routes. For some reason people will toss bags of perfectly good clothing alongside the road, rather than tote them another mile or two to the nearest church or donation box. So I'll bag up the stuff myself for donation. Or clean up the post-Fortha July fireworks litter left alongside the road. Or, last week, fetch a pretty good little deer skull that had bleached in the sun.