Flat Tires are an Inevitability
Explorers in the new world, history would have it, spent years questing for the fabled Cibola, a city whose streets were said to have been paved with gold. They never found it. If those same explorers were to come to the city where I used to live (Houston), they might think the streets were paved with diamonds because of their sparkle in the rays of the morning sun. The glitter isn't diamond-studded pavement, though: it's acres of broken glass, the legacy of a city that owns no street sweepers and depends on torrential rains to wash debris from the local roadways.
