AJ came home from work and said, “There’s a bike on our sidewalk. Know anything about it?”
“Nope.” I was busy editing and didn’t look up.
“Fen… a bike. Someone left a bike out there.” Suki danced around him, and he bent down to pet her.
“Probably visiting someone in the building, and he put it there to keep it safe.”
“Safe, huh? No lock.”
That made me look up. No one left a bike anywhere in St Paul unless they locked it up. I opened the door and looked out. Yup, there it was, right off the street on our sidewalk, jammed against our railing so it went in the space between handlebar and brake. That was all that was keeping it up; they hadn’t even used the kickstand. Closer examination revealed it had no kickstand. It was a blue ten-speed with knobby tires, not cheap, and a little beat up, like it had enjoyed some good times.
I came back inside. I figured the owner would return for it shortly. “It’ll be gone by sunset. What do you want for dinner?”
* * *
Middle of the night, I was awake, as always. Instead of fretting about it, I’d gotten in the habit of letting Suki out so I could sleep in in the morning.
To my amazement, the bike was still there, just off the street. I wheeled it closer to our stairs and door; when the owner came to get it, he’d find it, and it would be safer from prying eyes and itchy fingers.
AJ usually gets ready for work without waking me, but this morning, he whispered in my ear, “Bike’s still there. What do you think of that?”
“Did you lose a tooth last night? Maybe the bike fairy left it for you.”
“He’d have put it under my pillow,” he said dryly, and left.
* * *
I didn’t wake up properly until after eight, at which time, I immediately checked on the bike. Still jammed against the railing.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Who would ride a bike somewhere and leave it? I mean, how would he get home? The bike fairy idea was looking more and more possible.
Thinking the miracle of it not being stolen had been pushed far enough, I wheeled it around the building and put it in the basement. I’d decide what to do about it later. In the meantime, it would be secure there.
I love a good mystery, don’t you? The building owner reminded me one of our tenants had her bike stolen a few weeks ago. Maybe the thief had regrets and decided to return it. I’ll check with her later. If it’s not hers, next stop will be calling the police.
Took this pic a while ago. I was visiting the Willow River State Park, and this blue heron was fishing at its base; the water flowed over the dam, and he waited at the bottom for the fish that inevitably showed up. Smart. 🙂
Have a great weekend!