The Mrs. and I felt like we could use some exercise, so off we went. We had a few errands to run anyways.
Riding down the bike path, I noticed fresh concrete at every lamp-post on this particular segment of trail. Someone had done repairs. And in every single patch of concrete, some Mexican gang-banger had scratched his tag.
The concrete was still a bit fresh. So I rode back and rubbed every single tag away with the toe of my shoe.
Granted, it didn't leave the concrete looking as good as it was before that little gang-banger had vandalized it, but at least I won't have to see his tag every time I ride down that stretch of trail.
I did leave one tag - it read "Lily and Daddy 2015" I figured I could live with that being permanent.