Everybody's always making these great road finds. Except for me. Chaps my hide. Coupla weeks ago, I almost stopped for a spoon that had been run over so many times it was completely flat. That's how desperate I am.
Well, me and my favorite bike club are getting ready for Tuesday's "Double Trouble" Road Race. So yesterday morning, club pres Mike and I were out sweeping the course. (That's a fine-looking corner, if I do say so myself.)
And all of a sudden there it was . . . a dime! It looked like it had been run over by an army of dump trucks, but it was beautiful to me. I know, I know. I wasn't technically on a bike, but I was doing something bikey, so it definitely qualifies as a road find. (Road find rule #23.a.7)
Only trouble is, I emptied my pocket into the tip jar at Lindaman's last night. So now that I don't have it, the find doesn't exist. (Road find rule #14.c.3) It was sweet while it lasted.