Totally Floored my Bike is Still Here

Remember that time I gave away my belongings, then lived like a gypsy for almost a year?

During that time, 1.5 years ago, I left my bike locked up on the street, maybe the only time ever. That night a car backed into it. My luck.

Faced with ahhh crap, I don’t have time to get fixed and I’m moving, I hid the bike in a downtown condo parking garage.

I’d forgotten where I’d stashed it, then remembered, then returned this weekend to see if it was still there.

Into the garage, march clockwise for a few levels….. OMG it’s still here?!?

Genuinely floored.

I thought for sure the condo corporation would have cleaned house by now. I squealed when I saw it; I never get this lucky.

It’s an awesome bike, quite Batman-ish. Plus my cycling team gifted it to me, for being an awesome president for 5 years.

I’ll have to move it this week, because probably I’ve now jinxed myself by blogging this.

 

I Do this Often Actually

When I want to zone out and shut off my brain, I go to the mall.

It’s not to shop (I don’t go shopping, I go buying), it’s to watch people. Fake-shopping.

I listen to them talk amongst themselves, what their big problems are… it never ceases to amaze me the level of personal stuff people will loudly discuss in public.

I always leave empty-handed, and always feeling better about whatever it is I’m zoning out from.