My wife came home from work and said "There's a bike in the back of your truck." I said "No, there's not." She rolled her eyes and said "Sure, whatever you say. And I suppose there are no bikes in the garage, either."

I go outside, and there it is. I remembered my mailman told me he won a bike, never rode it. I told him to drop it off if he didn't want it, I'd try to sell it or something. He said, "if you do, we'll split it." I'm assuming that's it. Either that, or it's in great shape, considering it fell out of the sky. It was covered in dust and cobwebs.

It's fun already, I guess.