Only find so far was a single, solitary Dime . . . and I wasn't really inclined to go back and pick it up.

I could REALLY use a new leatherman though, so I'm always on the lookout.

I <3 that someone took the time to tag their Maglite with red/grey/white/blue/yellow tape to id it...... and then looses it.

and I really <3 the BP bottle.

I want in on that party. lol

I found a Harley Davidson Keychain with a metal canister on it...looked like one of those pill containers.

It wasn't, it was someone's ashes...

A pair of large mens underwear and a rubber glove.

I clean the tools and then added the tape.

That reminds me... there's been underpants hanging from a bush on my commute for a couple of weeks now. White briefs. They look soiled, too. I'm not interested in getting close enough to see the size.

A set of brand new socks still in the package today.

Golf balls, tennis balls and various tools are usually the norm. I stopped picking them up after awhile, unless the tool is something I don't have/ an upgrade.

This last week I passed by a childs black leather shoe, It looked absolutely pristine and I actually would have grabbed them up but there was just one ..Just one.....Daily for a week I passed by that same shoe watching it get dirtier and dirtier till one day it's absolutley pristine mate turns up with it.. .. WTF !!

and this...

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That would make a good helmet.

From phrases.org

Plugs are the holes made in coins, which is then filled with a cheaper metal. Coins so tampered with are no longer legal tender and are thus worthless if spotted. The phrase is, of course, American. Before 'plugged nickels' there were 'plugged quarters' and 'plugged dimes'. The various versions of the phrase appear in the 1880s. The nickel, being a lower denomination coin, lends itself better than quarters and dimes to a phrase expressing worthlessness. Oddly though, the lowest denomination coin is the cent and the phrase 'not worth a plugged cent' doesn't appear until later. The earliest I've found for that is 1908.

I've got a work bench full of sockets, wrenches, screwdrivers, utility knives, etc. that I've found while riding. However, I think that the most surprising thing I found was my bicycle that had been stolen three months previously. It was being ridden by a young man and after a brief discussion we decided that it needed to go home with me. I didn't ask if he had found anything on his ride but he would be a good candidate for a thread about things lost on a ride.

I seem to find a lot of "tightie whiteys". Who wears these any more, and where do they buy them???

I found a pickup truck with a trailer attached to it the other day. I tried to tow it with a bungy tied to the bumper and my trunk rack, but I guess they left it in gear.:mad:

But you apparently did not find a comma.

Time for Big Mac.

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- a waiter's corkscrew, yikes!
- a nifty Japanese pocketknife which my dad identified and quickly shipped to the manufacturer for resharpening an cleaning free of charge! (go knife collectors)
- a cell phone, and I got to meet the girlfriend of the guy who lost it when i called the last number dialed. she bought me coffee but never saw her again. yeah she was cute.

I can't fathom the reward in such effort? What would the metal from the coins be used for? I suppose it might make sense of silver quarters, but nickels???

Oh, I'm sure this didn't come across as you meant it. Meet?

oops, haha

Well once upon a time in the past a nickel would get you a coke from a vending machine..........so in perspective of the value at the time it could be significant. I do not remember nickel cokes, but do remember dime cokes, which then jumped to a quarter.

Back when the phrase originated, the coins were made of silver, including nickels. Heck, it used to be worth the time to shave silver and gold off the edges of coins. That's apparently why coins have edge decoration now (the ridges) - to show when they've been tampered with.

I found a Pelican box on my way home last year. It contained one of those depth finders used for testing the depth of water in wells. It was too darned big and heavy for me to fit on my rack, with my panniers already full. It sat for 3 days before disappearing.

I found an exploded rat today. Mashed into bits, but the tail was still there.

I saw a very young bird running along the MUP. It was too young to have wings and was running as fast as it's little feet could carry it. A little brown, fuzzy ball of panic that tripped and rolled right as I passed. Poor little fella. I think between the cats, foxes and coyotes in that area, it probably was breakfast before long.