Now that you've broached this highly distasteful topic, I'll have to admit that I thought about you and goat heads about a week ago. I was riding my southwest loop, going out into the wind and returning with it. There's a hill that's about a mile long. I got up out of the saddle for a bit and looked down at the front tire. It was flexing under the load a bit more than normal. I stopped, looked at the tire, and low and behold, there was some sort of ugly thorn protruding out of the radius of the tire. It was at this point that thought of you and your goat heads. I touched the thorn with the thought of removing it. It hissed at me and I recoiled. Since there was enough air to hiss at me, I left the thorn in the tire and road home. Fortunately, it stayed in the tire until I got back to the barn.
And I may have set a record for flats last year during a wet stretch of the Dam Jam ride. Three flats in two miles! No such luck so far this year.