I went biking with my buddy Vince yesterday up in Forest park. I was using my old Klein, which is not as much fun as my new Trek. It felt like a cast iron skillet compared to my new one. Plus the brakes are loud as I squeak down the firelanes.
Near the gate at Thurman was a note from a woman who had lost her Honda keys on firelane #3. When we were at the top of #3 I saw that someone had left her keys on the gate right by the sign that says "No loitering, grouping, resting or fixing of bikes allowed. Please be quiet." So I picked up the keys after I fixed my seat and loitered for a bit.
Vince and I hung out at the 23rd Mcmenamins and had some grub after our strenous ride. He locked his keys in his rig, so we drank some more (ok, it was hot cocoa for me) while his wife drove down from Washington with the spare keys.
Today I gave the keyless woman a call and returned her keys. That was my good deed for the week.
Posted by Sam at June 19, 2003 9:42 AM