Different day, different bike

Ken Lunders

When I walk in the neighborhood I don't always come around this way, at the corner by the gas station. Today I did because the car needed service so I dropped it off and hoofed it home. They always offer to drive me home but I always walk. It is only a half mile or so, so why not walk?

Most, but not every time I pass this spot there is a bike locked to the tall post next to the abandoned pay phone stand. For the past few months there has been a new bike parked here.

There is a bus stop just around the corner, about 25 yards away if you were to walk a straight line to it. Which you can't. But it is close enough. I suppose the owner boards a bus and goes somewhere farther than they'd care to pedal.

Like the old one that used to be parked here, the new one has been accessorized with a towel fastened to the seat. That, plus being locked to the same post tells me it has the same owner as the old bike. If I ever see the person who rides this bike I'll have to ask.


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