Bicycle Trails of
Saint Louis and Saint Louis Metro East
Although the bicycle trails of Saint Louis are
excellent there are over 100 miles of them on the East side.
by Jack Corbett
Nothing dramatizes the huge
cultural difference in values between Asia and Western nations such as the
United States quite like the picture above of the Chain of Rocks Bridge and the
picture later on of a shoe I took here in Pattaya, Thailand a few days ago.
The Chain of Rocks Bridge is part of a huge network of bicycle trails in the
Saint Louis area, representing a world I left four years ago for an almost
entirely different world symbolized by the shoe where I've bought a condo and
ride a motorbike every day.
The Chain of Rocks Bridge was once part of the
famous highway 66 that crossed the United States as one of the greatest highways
of its time. Only two lanes wide, in recent years it became hopelessly
obsolete after becoming incapable of handling the huge volume of traffic
required and so it was transformed into a sensational crossing point for
bicycle trails on the Illinois side of the Mississippi and another trail that
goes all the way to the Gateway Arch on the Missouri side of the river.
Back on the Illinois side of the river there's over 100 miles of bicycle trails
where cars, motorcycles, and all other motorized vehicles are strictly
forbidden. The Chain of Rocks Bridge is a mile long, and it's being
maintained to serve those in search of solitude and beauty where one is
unmolested by such noisy intrusions.
Contrast what the shoe
symbolizes here in Thailand to this network of trails paid for by the U.S.
tax payer. The night before I took the picture of the shoe a man had both
shoes knocked off his feet into a pool of his own blood by a drunken motorcycle
driver who hit him as he tried to cross the street.
And just two days before that I came less than a foot
away from getting run over by a car in a shopping center underground parking
which really pissed me off because two weeks before that a Thai woman hit me
from behind with her motorbike while I was jogging across a little street
no wider than an alley, so I decided enough is enough.
It was time that
I finally completed my Jack Corbett 10th Wonder of St. Louis, its
bicycle and jogging trails. It’s those wondrous bicycle trails of both Saint
Louis and the Saint Louis Metro East that reminds me what is best about America
and what is the worse thing I have to deal with in Asia----that is, if much of
the rest of Asia closely resembles Thailand, which I think it does.
I hope what lies behind these two images, the shoe and the Chain of Rocks Bridge
successfully establishes the core of many of the differences between Asia
and the West.
We have to start out somewhere so let’s begin close to
where I was last living in the U.S. where interstate highway 55 exits highway
157 on its way from St. Louis to Chicago. Close to this point a bicycle trail
travels West along Horseshoe Lake Road to Granite City, but it doesn’t end
there. Only a single trail would seem to if you read from a map after going
about four miles past Horseshoe Lake
.
But once the cyclist
gets past Horseshoe Lake he can cross over to another trail that takes him past
Pontoon Beach through a flat area of farm land that eventually leads him up into
the bluffs to Edwardsville, a college town that hosts the University of Southern
Illinois Edwardsville.
There the cyclists pedals through the campus and then
into the town of Edwardsville itself where he will eventually find himself on a
network of trails that will eventually lead him to his starting point.
To a
large extent the trails are old abandoned railways that have been converted into
bicycle trails lined by trees as they traverse open prairie. This
set of trails continues on to form a circle that runs about thirty-five miles
while offering terrain that is incredibly more varied than one could
possibly guess just from traveling throughout the area by car. Usually the
cyclist will encounter at least several deer while making this long circle.
The
one thing that marred this beautiful ride was once I got to highway 162 the
trail ended for about two miles which forced me to pedal across highway 162 and
then onto a two lane highway along which I pedaled like mad because of the cars.
There weren’t many of them. But there were enough of them to make me feel very
unsafe. Now (I took the picture to the left before the bridge went in), there is
a very narrow bridge crossing highway 162 and on this bridge only bicycles and
pedestrians are allowed. The bicycle trail itself has been recently extended so
that the cyclist no longer has to use the two lane highway to get from one trail
to the next.
What is key to this whole thing is that Madison Country used tax
dollars to construct a bridge that can be used only by cyclists and pedestrians
to make their jaunts both safer and more enjoyable. I will never see this happen
in Thailand, at least not where I’m living.
There is another series of trails that is even
more extensive that either crosses or follows the Mississippi and Illinois
Rivers. Here, one’s starting point can be the Chain of Rocks Bridge on either the
Illinois or Missouri side of the Mississippi.
I used to park my pickup truck in
one of the parking areas on either side, pull my bicycle out of its bed, and
start my journey in one of two directions.
The first is on the Missouri side.
The trail skirts the Mississippi all the way to the Saint Louis Arch, and it
takes 11 miles to ride it just one way. One sees a number of bridges along the
way and finishes along cobblestoned streets while approaching the Arch. I used
to just pick my bicycle up and carry it up the steps to the arch where I’d hit
the drinking fountain before riding around in the Gateway Park before heading
back to the Chain of Rocks Bridge.
The scenery the entire way, but particularly
while crossing the Chain of Rocks Bridge is simply magnificent.
Instead of crossing the Chain of Rocks Bridge into
Missouri, the cyclist can ride back East to a canal. There’s a trail that
follows this canal all the way to Alton and if one wishes he can
continue along
the Illinois River to Grafton and then to Pere Marquette. Once again the scenery is terrific. There’s just something about a river and
here in this area alone there’s two of them the trails follow, the Mississippi
and the Illinois, not to mention the canal.
So there’s two basic trail networks one can follow. You
can park your car at the Chain of Rocks Bridge on either the Missouri or
Illinois side and ride the Missouri trail that leads to the Gateway Arch or ride
along the canal and Illinois River all the way to Pere Marquette through Alton
and Grafton.
You expect the ride along such waterways to be magnificent and it
is. But you don’t expect nearly as much from the loop I described earlier that
starts at Collinsville and leads to the Edwardsville Southern Illinois
University campus. Of course one’s starting point can be anywhere .
Along this
trail network. Much of this network of trails are old
abandoned
railways that have been converted to smooth asphalted narrow little roadways.
Every so often the bicyclist will encounter a tunnel formed by highways crossing
the old railway. Such trails are little worlds unto themselves being sunken
little roads lined by trees that one has no idea even exists while traveling
nearby in a car along a street or highway.
One will often encounter a deer or
two while pedaling through these areas. n my last years living in the U.S. riding these trails
gave me my best memories of solitude, quiet times of contemplation, great
exercise, and breathtaking scenery.
And then I shipped my bicycle to Thailand
which brings us to that picture of the shoe which forms for me a single image
that represents some very huge differences between the culture here and Western
culture such as we find in the U.S. I took the picture of this shoe this
morning–a picture that began last night and resulted into this single image this
morning when I went to breakfast at one of my favorite German restaurants in
Pattaya.
Last night the man wearing this shoe was nearly killed while trying to
cross the street in front of the restaurant.
That night, my most reliable drinking partner who lives
two condo units down from me seven months of the year when he’s not back in
England and I were riding two up on his motor scooter from a large beer bar
complex to the “Girl Bar” where I had parked my Yamaha motorbike. As usual we
were chasing women in this Sodom and Gomorrah where I’m now living full time.
Suddenly we saw a man covered with his own blood lying out in the middle of the
street where a crowd had gathered.
Gus remarked to me, “His shoes are no longer
on him.”
Obviously he had been hit while trying to cross the street because
there was no wrecked motorbike near him. A few seconds later Gus was parking his
motorbike in front of the “Girl Bar”.
This morning I drove my motorbike to the German
restaurant but before taking a table here, I walked from my parking spot out
near the street where I could look towards the large beer bar complex Gus and I
had driven out of to the spot where we had seen the injured pedestrian.
I was
curious about where the man had actually been hit because I felt it was very
close to where I’d soon be eating my breakfast and if it was close enough I
could get a few answers about what had happened while eating my meal.
That’s
when I saw the shoe. It was right out in front of the restaurant which meant the
man had been hit only a few feet from where I’d soon be eating my bacon and
eggs.
When I asked the Thai woman owner of the restaurant if
she knew anything about the accident she told me that she had heard nothing
about it. Straight off she got on her cell phone and asked a few questions in
Thai from whoever was on the other end.
When she finished her call, she turned
to me and said, “The man had to go to the hospital where they found he had a
broken leg. He owns a bar not far from here,” the woman continued. “He was hit
by a man driving a motorbike who was drunk and who the police took away in
handcuffs.”
I found the image of the shoe to be so powerful that
after finishing my meal I drove my motorbike back to my condo to get one of my
cameras and then I returned back to the scene of the crime in order to get the
picture.
“A crime you might ask! Exactly what kind of crime
happened here?”
To which I reply, “It is a huge crime. It is a crime
that is being committed on an enormous scale against all humanity, and it is a
crime that illustrates how differently Asian society operates compared to nearly
all Western countries.
It is because that shoe represents the respect for the
individual that Western countries such as the U.S. have and for a man or a
woman’s right to privacy and their safety. That shoe represents the difference
between a certain kind of freedom that does not exist in the West but which is
prevalent here in Thailand. So as you try and digest what I have just written
I’ll try and explain myself.
The United States is a police state. Thailand is not.
What most Americans fail to realize is that such Western countries as the United
Kingdom, Germany, Australia, the Netherlands, and Norway are much the same as
the U.S. That is compared to Thailand they are all police states.
Let me ask you this. If you drink more than two beers
and what’s going to happen when you are stopped by the police? Well first off,
the chances of being stopped by the police are pretty high because the police
seem to be everywhere on our highways and streets making sure you don’t drive
too fast, blow through a stop sign, drive through a red light.
And if they think
you have been drinking you will be taking that Breathalyzer test real soon and
if you’ve had more than a couple of drinks chances are it’s going to be DWI City
for you, with fines and legal fees of thousands of dollars, class time and
additional money spent taking state mandated alcohol and drug counseling and
possible jail time along with at least a thirty day suspension of your driving
privileges. And that’s just for first offenders.
Drive up to a stop sign or red light and stick your
car’s front end just one foot over that yellow line and what’s going to happen
if a police officer sees you? If you are lucky all your going to get is a
warning but you have a better chance of getting a ticket and points taken
against your driving privileges.
Come anywhere near striking a pedestrian with
your car and I don’t even want to think about the consequences. Death by hanging
if you are lucky but it is more probably that you will be drawn and quartered or
slowly decapitated with a pen knife so that everyone will know how bad it is for
anyone who comes even close to injuring anyone who’s walking.
Go to a bar in cities such as Saint Louis and Chicago
and just try walking out of that bar with your beer or drink in hand to another
bar down the street and see what happens if the police are anywhere around.
Chances are you will be immediately arrested for debauchery and disturbing the
police.
Try it here in Pattaya, Thailand and you simply blend in because
everyone else is doing it. Even the bar you bring your drink into won’t mind
because chances are you will be buying a few here anyway. Here in Thailand it’s
“Mai Pen Rai” which means “Never mind” “It doesn’t matter” or “Live and let
live”. It’s great visiting this place because you can damn well do what you
want. And most of the time the police are nowhere to be seen.
There’s thousands of bars with thousands of women
available and all too willing to take care of your every need. And in many of
them there’s a lot of nudity. If it’s against the law, the police merely look
the other way.
But back in the U.S. if you argue loudly with your wife and the
neighbors just happen to hear you chances are you will soon be having a
visit from the police. Or just try turning your stereo up too loud in
your apartment. Chances are your neighbors won’t have the balls to
complain to you.
They will just slink around and call the police and
before you know it the boys in blue will be knocking on your door to
have a little chat with you.
You can’t do much of anything in the U.S. because the
police seem to be everywhere and you simply aren’t free to do much of anything
and that’s the prime reason so many Americans are so constipated.
But if you
live here in Thailand and someone’s driven his car close to your condo and
decides to have his 1000 megawatt car stereo turned up to the max, there’s
nothing you can do about it. Because if you could, you would be taking away the
culprit’s freedom to do just what he pleases. And if you have bought a condo and
someone decides to build a discotheque right next to your building and have its
music blaring until 3 a.m. you have no right to complain because if you do you
are taking away the owners of the disco’s freedom to do what they please.
In the United States it is considered to be a privilege to be able to
drive. It is not a right. First off in most states you have to be at
least 16 to be able to get a driver’s license. And then you have go
study the rules of the road and practice your driving skills so that you
are able to pass both a practical driving test as well as a written test
to get your license.
And you do need a license because if you choose to
drive without one you are going to be some real serious trouble that
often involves doing some jail time. And once you have a license the
state is liable to take it away from you if you drive about disobeying
its laws. Meanwhile the police are everywhere making sure that you do.
But Thailand is the land of the free. Those are lines
from the Star Spangled Banner and ever since it was composed those lines have
become kind of a motto for Americans who have become brainwashed into thinking
they actually live in the most free country on earth. Believe me, it’s all
complete bullshit. Never forget that you are living in a police state. And if
you don’t believe me, just try driving your Harley Davidson a few miles down a
sidewalk and see what happens.
But here in Thailand the driver is free to do whatever
he wants. They do have driver’s licenses here and I just happen to have a Thai
driver’s license myself. But most Thais living in Pattaya don’t bother to get
them. In fact there’s a school right up the street from me. It’s against the law
to drive a motorcycle without a helmet and every so often one will encounter a
roadblock where there’s at least six Thai policemen stopping everyone driving by
who’s not wearing a helmet.
Anyone who isn’t has to pay around $6.00 on the
spot. In fact, in just one week period I was stopped by the police twice. I
hadn’t done anything wrong, having my helmet on as always. My license plate was
up to date. They were just flagging everyone down in order to get a little bribe
money for little things such as not having a driver’s license. Pay the policeman
a small amount of money and be on your way.
But the school—now that’s another
thing. You see, schools are where such things are taught as how to respect the
laws of the society you live in.
But around 3 p.m. this school is letting out
and that’s when you will see hordes of children driving out on their motorbikes,
oftentimes with as many as four or five of them on a single motorbike and none
of these kids are wearing helmets. None of them have licenses either. And
oftentimes there’s at lease one police officer within a hundred feet of the
school as the kids come out on their motorbikes, driving just as carefree as
they please.I don’t even think they even teach bladder control here
in the Thai schools.
Like I said, it’s a free country. So take a four lane
street. It’s against the law to drive the wrong way so it’s the same here as it
is in the U.S.
But you are free to do as you please. It’s like England here. You
drive on the left whereas in the U.S. one drives in the right lane. So if you
are driving in the left lane and heading South you should only have to look out
for the car or motorbike ahead of you while making sure you stay in your lane.
But it’s a free country.
So you are constantly encountering motorbike drivers
coming straight at you driving against the flow of traffic looking straight
ahead through sun glazed eyes, their brains switched off. And if you hit one of
these morons, you are the one who’s going to be paying the hospital bills and
for a new motorbike for the Thai who’s been driving the wrong way. The reason is
here the Westerner is always wrong because chances are he has a lot more money
than the Thai who’s been in an accident with him.
Red lights? There aren’t too many of them and I’ve never
seen anyone pulled over for running one. Here one can try an interesting little
experiment. And for those who live here and own motorbikes one performs the
experiment many times a week but many have probably never thought about it. Just
drive a motorbike up to a red light and watch what happens.
Often there will be
a group of Thais sitting on their motorbikes waiting for the light to change.
But there will always be a few geniuses in such groups who are intelligent
enough in their dreams to actually be able to think for themselves on when the
proper time arrives for them to drive through the traffic light. Many of the
Thais will actually wait until the light changes to green.
But the geniuses
whose time must be very valuable will look for the right moment to arrive at
which time they rev their motors and sprint through the intersection against the
red light. Most lights here in Pattaya have numbers appearing on them in
countdown mode. If the light is green the light might also show a number, say
the number 49 that indicates that the light will turn red in 49 seconds. And if
it’s red, the same number 49 will show that it will turn green in 49 seconds.
It’s pretty sophisticated and definitely better than what we have in the U.S.
except there aren’t that many lights.
The average Westerner is going to wait at
the red light for that number 49 to countdown to zero and then he’s going to
cross the intersection when the light turns green.
But many of the Thais around
him will drive out against the red light when the number turns to 5 or 3 or
whenever the hell they think it’s the right time to cross the intersection. But
a few of the Thais will actually wait for a few seconds after the number has
changed to zero and the light has turned green, and this is because there’s
always one of several drivers crossing in front of them who seem to feel the
number zero or that their light changing to red actually means they have up to
five seconds to blaze out across the intersection.
Then there’s sidewalks or the lack of them. So
pedestrians often are forced to walk down the side of the street. And when they
actually are fortunate enough to find a sidewalk to walk upon and they encounter
a Thai motorcyclist who’s simply too lazy to drive down the street for one
reason or the other who do you think has the right away? The motorcyclist of
course because his time is so valuable that he’s not about to slow down for
anybody, and if he happens to hit a pedestrian on a sidewalk he’s going to be
leaving the scene of the accident in a hurry in a classic hit and run and no
body’s going to give a shit one way or the other.
The way it works is this. If you own a car in Thailand,
this means “you have big money” so therefore you are accorded the maximum degree
of respect.
Never mind that you can’t keep up your payments and your car is
going to be repossessed tomorrow. Fact is, you have a car now and it’s only the
here and now that counts. If you are driving a motorcycle. This means you have
some money. But if you are walking or running this means you have no money.
Now
don’t get me wrong, there’s a group of Thais out getting their exercise who go
to gyms or who jog, the same as we have in the states. But for the most part
people here are just as lazy as they are in the U.S. with the average person
believing that exercise is only for schmucks. And if you have to travel anything
greater than 200 yards why not take the motorbike? Walking is for the destitute
and the insane.
So if a Westerner is seen walking down the street he is
probably viewed as not being destitute. After all, all Westerners are filthy
rich. Therefore he must be insane. Who wants to walk anyway when there are so
many taxis around and any self respecting man or woman at least has a motorbike.
All of this means is that pedestrians get no respect here whatsoever. In fact, I
even think they have a bounty system here for hitting pedestrians with a car or
motorcycle.
I think it must be the Thai government’s system to deal with what is
perceived as an overpopulation problem.
Let me explain that one. If you go to Vietnam to either
Hanoi or Ho Chi Minh City you will immediately see that there are even more
motorbikes than there are here in Thailand or at least the traffic seems to be a
great deal worse. Here in Pattaya while crossing the street you at least have
the chance to wait until there’s a hole in the traffic.
You wait until just the
right moment and then you rush out across the street. Oftentimes down the street
a fair way off there will be a Thai male who will spot you crossing the street
so he will gun his motorbike to try and catch up with you before you have
crossed the street just to prove how manly he is and how superior he is to you,
who is after all a mere Westerner who is stupid or insane enough to be out
walking in the first place.
So you have to behave like a rat out scurrying about
always on the lookout for your enemies who are out to kill you. But crossing the
street in Hanoi or Ho Chi Minh City is a different matter altogether. You know
you really can’t cross because there are simply no holes in the traffic you can
dart through so you have to resort to just slowly walking out into the
intersection. And then it’s suddenly like the parting of the Red Sea for Moses.
The motorcyclists will all start to drive around you at a constant rate of speed
like the slow movement of waves flowing around an obstacle.
They really don’t
want to kill you here. And they don’t want to scare you either. In fact, you
could probably even put a sign on your chest that reads, “I am an American”, and
even though at least some of those motorcyclists know the U.S. killed over one
million Vietnamese in the Vietnam War they will probably just continue to flow
around you as you cross the street bearing you no malice whatsoever.
But then again, Vietnam is not a free country. It’s
Communist for Christ’s sake. Which means it’s even more of a police state than
even such countries as the U.S., Germany and Great Britain. Now Thailand is a
truly free country. You can disobey any law you want and get away with it.
But I’m a rat living in a free country. The only safe
place to walk or do my running is down along the beach.
In fact the reason I got
hit by a motorbike was because I was not walking along the beach. Here’s how
that one happened. My running is not where I want it to be yet due to a number
of injuries so I normally walk and run a distance of about 10 kilometers or six
miles. The first half is three miles along the beach and when I get to my
stopping point I turn around and run up the beach about a mile where I then
stop, cross Beach Road, and walk up Soi Six to a major street that I then follow
most of the way back to my condo.
Now there’s two main reasons I walk rather
than run up Soi Six. The first is by this time I’m pretty exhausted. The second
is there’s roughly three hundred Thai bar girls sitting outside the bars along
Soi Six looking for customers, some of them even rushing out into the street to
hopefully latch onto a man walking down the street. Needless to say this
particular part of my exercise program is pretty colorful.
There’s no sidewalks on Soi Six and it is a one way
street. Nevertheless one must look at getting down Soi Six on foot as running
the gauntlet. If you don’t really notice all the girls around you, some of whom
are quite pretty, you aren’t much of a man so you are going to be distracted.
Meanwhile there’s all these cars and motorbikes driving too fast towards you and
you have nowhere to walk.
To avoid being run over you have to actually jump into
the outside part of a bar onto its tiled floor right into the middle of a group
of girls who are only too willing to drag you into their bar. And I’m not joking
because they will actually drag you into a bar. This time I’ve once again
avoided being made into so much mince meat by a car or a motorbike and I’ve
avoided being dragged into a bar and actually made it to the main street that
will take me another mile towards my condo.
I get about a quarter mile past Soi Six and I start to
cross a very small street that has hardly any traffic on it whatsoever. And here
there’s actually a sidewalk. I get halfway across this small street when I
suddenly feel something bump up against my right arm. At the same time I catch
out of the corner of my eye a Thai woman on her motorbike who had come up behind
me while making a left turn onto the street I was crossing.
She didn’t hit me
hard. But she did hit me. And the handle bar of her motorbike was more or less
tangled up in my right arm. So I disentangled myself with her motorbike still up
against me. I was pissed. The woman had made a left turn while not watching
where she was going. I gave her a dirty look. After all, not only had she hit me
while I was crossing the street. She had not even made any attempt at
apologizing.
There were two motorbikes right behind her following her as she was
making her turn. There was not a single look of surprise or concern in any of
their faces. Meaning, that for these three motorbike drivers at least it’s okay
to hit pedestrians. After all they either have no money and therefore are
beneath contempt or they are insane to be walking in the first place when they
actually should be out driving a car or a motorbike.
Eventually I made it down the main road where I turned
left on a street heading down to the beach. I ran this entire section until I
once again had to turn right onto a street where a great amount of building was
going on. The first building site is a monstrous hotel they are building that is
over twenty stories tall, consists of twin towers and will have something like
1000 rooms. A little further down is the Northpoint Condominium project which
has twin towers, of 46 and 54 stories. There’s a great amount of dust and
traffic on this road.
Once again there are no sidewalks. Most of this street I
run. But there’s lots of traffic, composed of everything from construction
trucks and other construction vehicles to cars and motorbikes. But most of the
drivers won’t even slow down if they see you running in front of you. There’s
vehicles parked up and down the road which often forces me to run around them
which puts me more to the middle of the road. You would think a driver of a car
would slow down in order to give me just several seconds to run around the
parked cars, but they hardly ever do.
I’m a rat scurrying around with all the rights of a rat
and accorded about the same degree of respect.
And as for that picture of the
shoe. I think that says it all. First off the shoe stands for the pedestrian or
someone who’s using his feet to get around. The fact that it’s there in the
first place signifies that the man crossing the street was struck so hard that
he was literally knocked out of his shoes.
And where’s the other shoe anyway?
Someone probably put it next to him when they took him to the hospital. But no
one cared enough to load up the second shoe. Or to even look for it in the first
place. Someone must have seen the shoe laying out in the middle of the street
and put it on the curb. Both the injured man and the shoe were not worth
bothering with.
Which brings us back to all those beautiful bicycle
trails. We might be a police state in the U.S. where people aren’t free to do
whatever they want. But there is a respect for a person’s right to privacy, to
having peace and quiet. To having serene surroundings. In the police state there
are penalties on those who inflict chaos on others.
Whereas in a free state such
as Thailand one is free to do just about anything and if it endangers other
people, if it inflicts noise that rattles the sanity of others, if it offends
the olfactory senses such as that bus I had to follow on my motorbike this
morning spewing noxious fumes out its tailpipe at me and the ungodly howl of an
engine with its muffler gone bad. Or offending my sense of sight such with
unsightly litter, so what? Mai Pen Rai.
And up to him (or her) who is destroying
the peace of mind of his neighbors. It’s a free country after all.
Meanwhile
back in the U.S. the pedestrian is at least equal to the car owner motorist.
Screw with him and it's to the torture chambers with you. After all, they build
beautiful running and bicycle trails just so that a man or woman can enjoy
nature in peaceful, gorgeous surroundings, which in the Saint Louis area
continue for well more than a hundred miles. They’ve set aside at least two
bridges that I know of for the private enjoyment of those wanting to be one with
their environment where one is unmolested by noise, pollution vomited forth by
motorized vehicles, or unsightly garbage dumps.
Don’t get me wrong, I love it
here in Mai Pen Rai Land where just about anything goes, but too often I feel
like one of those pop up targets in a shooting gallery.