We've had 2 opportunities in the last week to be stand-up people.

Last week at Costco we found someone's smartphone in a basket in the parking lot. We figured out how to work the phone but couldn't find the emergency #. So I called the entry called "Mom," and Mom called the daughter who came to the store and picked it up. She had no idea where she'd left it and was pretty upset about it. She was very relieved and thankful that we "did the right thing." Like we'd do the wrong thing...former Scouts that we are.

That felt great.

Today a couple miles into our easy tandem toot we were passed by an older, classic motorcycle. A mile further down the country road we see a dead buck in the middle of it, the motorcycle in the grass on the side, and the rider limping up a nearby driveway. No one answered at the house so I called 911 & his wife. He was skinned up bad, lots of blood but nothing apparently broken, and he was alert. His helmet did its job. Chris and a neighbor moved the carcass off the road, and pushed the cycle one house over. (It's probably toast.) We stayed around until the paramedics came, then went back to the road to find the wife. As she parked a fire truck and 2 CHPs arrived. We gave our report to the officers, got on our bike, and rode about 30 more miles.

So that felt great, too, being first responders and helping this poor guy.

I wonder what's next?

What's next? More of the same, I suppose.
It always feel's better to help someone else. Than to be in that position and need help yourself.
If only all people were like that. Imagine what a wonderful world it would be.
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If more would do the right thing, the world would be a better place.

I had a small opportunity today, and didn't miss it. I was coming in to the bottom of Malcolm Dixon and gearing down for the climb when I noticed a cyclist off on the left side of the road. She needed help. Apparently her left shifter was broke and she couldn't get out of the big ring. Not good when the road is well over a mile of 8-9%. Only thing I could think of was to loosen the bolt pinning the cable to the front der. That got the chain down. I snugged the cable back up and she was able to get on her way. I saw her group on the climb and let them know she was on her way.

I later saw her at the LBS as they were replacing the shifter.

Please, take a trip down to the gulf. Someone down there has clearly lost their cell phone.

Funny how those things come in bunches sometimes. There was a day last fall where I first helped a woman push her dead car to the side of the road (she had a cell phone so I left after that). Then I stopped and helped a (sort of newbie) cyclist who was stuck in the dark about 1/3 up Page Mill with a flat tire and no pump.

Anyway in the past I have definitely been "that guy" who needed a friendly bailout so I'm usually pretty happy to lend a hand to others

I take candy from kids. Saving them from diabetes one candy at a time.

I found a cell phone today, called the entry named Husband and he was shocked i was trying to return the phone.
I met him after work at the light rain station to return it, turns out he is a fellow cyclist.

It's sad that people are more shocked by people doing the right thing than by people doing otherwise. I know there's always going to be the no-goodniks around, but when they out-number the rest of us...it's worrisome. And sad.

Riding back home after the Tuesday group ride, I spied a youngster maybe 5 or 6 struggling with his cool Stingray. Mom, pushing a stroller was patiently waiting for him to fix his bike. I stopped to see what the matter was. Turned out his chain had fallen off and here he was trying to put it back on.

He gave me a fist bump AND a high five when I fixed it.