On my short walk from the car to the office with my doggie yesterday morning, I noticed a brand new bike laying against a large planter not chained up. I quickly stored that vision in the back of my brain. Fast forward to a facebook post that I saw a few hours later detailing the local bike shop that was broken into. Fast forward to my lunch break where I walked the same route back to my car/office. Bike still there. Fast forward again to me walking same route at 5:30 pm. Bike still there. The building that it was laying against is now closed and a overhead light is shining directly onto this bike as if God was telling me, "This is a stolen bike. Bring it back to its owner." I found the # to the bike shop, called them, and whatdoyaknow, my new cell phone using the local coverage wasn't working. The store owner could barely hear me, and so I decided since the bike store was literally a block down from my work, and I was driving the big rig that day, I'd load er up, and return it to the bike shop. Only when I got to the bike store they said this was not one of the bikes that was stolen.
Awesome. So I just stole the bike. In my mind, I was being recorded on a "Bait Bike" reality show and now was about to have to explain myself with, "I was just moving it to a safer area" or "I was taking it to the police station, I swear!" But since I'm not a thief, don't need a bike, and not on meth, I returned it to the place I found it, and thankfully no camera crew was hiding in the bushes.
This morning? Bike was still there. So I decided to take a picture, and of course I had to have Lola in it because I'm that Mom.
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