As you are riding your bike you see them everywhere. On the side of the road. Wedged underneath a hedge. Carelessly tossed to the curb. Lying on a sidewalk.
I'm talking about the many pieces of flotsam and jetsam that we see everyday yet ignore to such a degree that they hardly register in our minds. This season (from last snow melt to first snowfall) I decided to pick up these various items and see what sort of collection I would have at the end.
For the most part, the hardhat and tools came from a training session for the MS Tour (see "It's a Goldmine!" - June 7th post). The two toned golf shoe I picked up on a rainy ride down to the south side of the city to meet my wife for dinner. The blue plastic pedometer I found on swanky Ada Boulevard (see "The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring Tra-La" - May1st. post). The peep-show SEX coin was discovered on a Saturday ride downtown - not far from the seedy part of the downtown core.
The creepy doll's head escapes my memory but the pink plastic monkey I distinctly recall finding in the sandy dirt at the overnight campsite that Perry and I chose in preparation for the Kettle Valley Railway (see "That Wasn't So Bad" - July 18th post). The boxcutter was near a bus stop not far from my house and the dog tag I found at Terwilligar Park on one of the Fridays I took off so I could train for the MS Mountain Tour (see "Running of the Bulls" - August 26th post).
I suspect that this inclination I have to pick things up and bring them home stems from my misguided youth when I used to bring home (to my parents chagrin) all manner of junk that I had found. The worst was finding a downed aircraft from WW2 while on a church camp hike and carting home a suitcase full of airplane parts. Come to think of it - I still have a couple of pieces that I found at that camp. If I could have found a way to strap a longboard skateboard that I found recently to my pannier rack, I'd have that to show you.
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