Went for a short ride today.
Just starting out, I come across a wooden desk accessory that holds files, pens, papers, etc. Perfect condition, set out on the curb. I bring it home.
Then I get going again and after a fashion, stop at a small park nearby that overlooks a steep canyon. I'm sitting there and an odd looking fellow (stereotype: homeless) comes pedaling by on an old bike. He stops and hops off the bike. Suddenly, he picks up the bike over his head, and HEAVES it over a five foot wrought-iron fence that keeps people from falling into the canyon. I couldn't believe my eyes!
Then, talking to himself (or someone unseen by mere mortals) he moves to a nearby table, and removes two half-gallon bottles of water from within his clothing. He pours the water on the table, and pulls off a shirt (one of several he was wearing) and wipes the table over and over, all the while talking. He then tosses the shirt on the ground and walks away.
I'm still in shock over the blatant case of bikocide. I go over to the fence and realize there's no way I can climb it and retrieve the bike. It's likely to stay where it came to rest for a long, long time.
I felt awful. If he had simply abandoned the bike, I could have walked it home, and given it to Goodwill. It was working, after all.
Finally, as I rode home, I discovered an estate sale in a house down the street I've always wanted to see from the inside. Looked around, and was told it was a Sears and Roebuck Craftsman house, which back in the Olden Days one could purchase through a catalogue and they'd ship all the wood, nails, etc. by rail and you'd build it yourself. Pretty cool house, too!
All in all, a weird little ride.