Grrr, chicory...

Roadside chicory is the enemy of the urban cyclist.  My shins sting like I've been whipped by Mr. Grey.  Doesn't the City crew own a weed-whacker? I swear that stuff reaches out to get me as I'm riding by. Plus, it nearly sent me flying when it tangled in my rear wheel and gears. I'm an organic girl, but really, I'm having to ride out into the road to avoid it, so it has become a danger to both myself and 4-wheelers.  Something must be done!