One of the joys of plein-air commuting is the various sights, sounds, and smells that the cyclist encounters. Today, as I entered into the smooth flow of traffic on Beacon Street on this 90+ degree day, I caught a whiff of something quite foul, and the fetid odor did not diminish as I rode on. Then I noticed that there was a trail of some kind of liquid leading all the way down the center of the right lane on Beacon Street (see photo). I determined that the scent had to be coming from the liquid, and that, most likely, some kind of garbage truck was leaking the maloderous muck as it went about its rounds. It was quite pungent, and several times I was forced by traffic to ride through it. As I came down into Kenmore Square, the stench increased.
Finally, outside the Square, I laid eyes (and nose) on the culprit - a big rusty dumpster-on-a-truck contraption. I held my breath and pedaled on by. 
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