There's a story behind those dollar bills.

A little over a year ago I found those two dollars on a small residential street in SOMA, the district just south of downtown San Francisco. I was working as a messenger there, and thought it'd be an interesting experiment to put the found bills into my spokes and leave them there until someone took them. The idea was to see how many minutes they'd last--everyone knows that if you leave something laying out in the open here in the big city (especially MONEY), someone will snatch it up immediately, right?

Wrong.

The first day went by and no one took them! Then a week went by. Then a month! No matter where I locked my bike, regardless of how long I'd leave it unnattended, I'd come back, and there'd be the bills, tucked into my spokes in plain sight for all to see!

People on the street would ask me about them all the time--sometimes I'd be on my way into a building after locking up, and someone would point to my wheel and say, "Hey, are those real dollars?", and I'd say, "Yes they are, I found them and they're free to anyone that needs them! Feel free!", and continue into the building. But later when I'd come back out, the bills remained!

It sort of became an ongoing sociological experiment, other messengers got in on it, and occasionally a friend would tell me they'd witnessed someone get close to taking the dollars, but then hesitate and walk away.

The bills stayed put for a little over FIVE MONTHS, until I moved on to CETMAracks full time. I still have 'em.