Here's a pic from one of my old-time dirt bike riding spots.
It only about 2-or-so miles from home, and it's a place where the local paper recycling mill once dumped the waste you get when recycling paper.
Yeah, that's right.
Even when you recycle stuff, you get waste.
What, did you think it was some kind of 101% clean operation, or something?
Uh-uh, Bucky.
The fact of life is, if you want to take advantage of the physical properties of the elements and minerals found on the planet, modify them for your own usage, and enjoy having a car to drive, fuel oil to heat your house, a plastic bottle for your designer spring water, or to made recycled paper for reading the latest copy of Teen magazine (which goes double if you run a company that makes a profit from selling you these products), you are gonna' end-up with some non-natural and 100% man-made by-products that won't be used.
This shit is called waste.
Now, just what do you think happens to this waste?
Do the little waste fairies come in the middle of the night, scoop it all up, and transport it to some place far, far away with a flick of their magic wand?
No.
It gets dumped in the ocean or burned in an incinerator and up a smoke stack or buried in the ground.
What else do you think corporations would do with it when they want it out of their sight for the lowest cost to them?
They just won't be advertising that part of the operation, that's all, even though they'd like very much for you to believe in the waste fairies.
The above pic is an example of paper pulp waste that has gone to that great waste dump in the ground.
Look way, way back into the background in that pic.
You can see a round hillside with grass covering it.
Looks all nice and cozy, huh?
Well, in reality, that is a 100% man-made landscape.
That rolling hillside and nice, green grass wasn't there before the paper company did their waste dumping to the area.
You see, for decades, they simply brought dump trucks in and just dumped the gray-colored, stinky, smelly, warm-and-wet-paper-mache-looking waste onto the ground.
When the area was covered with it, they'd let it dry (where it then looked like dry, gray-colored paper mache that stunk to high heaven), bulldoze it around, smooth it out to make some room, and start dumping some more.
This went on for so long, that nice, green hillside was not even a hillside back before 1960, when I think the mill was built.
That hill is literally made of waste that's piled up over the decades, and all that you are really looking at is a giant pile of this disgusting crap that's been covered with a layer of dirt, grass planted, and a hush put on it.
Ssssshhhhhhhhh.
The kicker is that directly across the street from this place is the main waste dump, which is 10 times the size of this one.
I should snap a pic of that one, too.
You'd get a kick out of it because all you see is a sea of planted green grass.
It looks nice to somebody who doesn't know the history of the place.
To me, it's a field of mushy, smelly waste that is hidden from view.
I get a kick out of this kind of stuff because even though we are in the midst of a whole lot of environmental dogma, lies, and lots of holier-than-thou people trying to tell you that YOU are hurting the environment just by driving your car to work, in reality, it's the very same big companies that print nice, friendly, we're-into-recycling-and-saving-the-planet-over-here-at-Joe's-Paper-Recycling-Plant ads you see in enviro magazines or on TV during Oprah (gross!) that are buring this mess in the ground, and then hiding it from you, making it look all pretty and cozy on the surface.
To me, it's just another case of double-speak, or being a serious hypocrite about the environment.
This is why I don't want anybody telling me that I need to do a single thing about protecting the environment, because I know that the big-time, wealthy corporations that run the world care less about it than the average guy does.
They'll just cover that fact up - literally. :)
I didn't ride in Pachaug yesterday because the weather certainly wasn't as warm as was being predicted mid-week.
Instead of 44 degrees, we got a high of 32 for about 18 seconds at mid-day.
I did go for a quick, 20-minute ride on the WR-250XX, but that was cold, too.
I simply felt cold all day, and just didn't feel very comfortable.
If I'm lucky, we'll get normal weather (should be in the low-to-mid 40s for a high) at least one day this coming weekend, as I'd like to get one more ride in on the WR-250FY at the rock pile before I pronounce the Pachaug season for 2010 over.
We'll see.
Off to jerk,
-John
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