A fellow cyclist helped me out on the way home yesterday.

I was packing up to head home on the lakefront trail here in Chicago and there was a few drops of rain and a really stiff wind out of the north. Not enough rain to wear rain gear yet, but since the wind is cool, if it starts coming down hard, I'll probably want to cover up. So I bungeed my foul weather gear jacket on top of my trunk bag and headed into the wind.

The path crosses a couple of intersections at Navy Pier. At the last one, a SUV is partially blocking the crosswalk and, diverting around it, I hop a curb, then head off doing my best Floyd Landis. After about a mile of pounding into the wind, I notice my jacket is gone. I stop and look back for something yellow on the ground, but instead I see another bike rider holding something yellow over his head. Within seconds I have my jacket back. He tells me I lost it at the curb.

The way that wind was blowng, if nobody picked it up, that jacket could have made it to St. Louis before I would have caught up with it. So, if you happen to be reading this, jacket-returning-bike-guy, thanks again.