I forgot to tell the tale of my ride home yesterday. I stopped in a little area off the MUP to fiddle with my seat rails. As I was putting away my hex wrench, a guy I've seen a lot comes in. I think he's homeless or at least hard up for cash. He's always riding his old bike with a plastic garbage bag full of empty cans & bottles.

He says to me, "That sure is a nice bike. I'll never have a bike that nice. I bet it's expensive. How much is it? Two hundred dollars?"

(This is the '05 Trek Liquid 25... 4-figure MSRP.)

I said, "It's a little more than that!"

He repeated how nice it was and I said it is nice and it does everything I want it to do. Then we said our goodbyes and off I went.

Saw him again today, but I don't think he recognizes me even though I see him daily-ish. Seems like a nice guy. I always wonder what his deal is.