I took the Children of the Sun Trail to work this morning and discovered a van parked on the trail near the Mead trailhead.
So I called it in.
I called Crime Check and told the operator about the van and where it was. She had no idea what or where the Children of the Sun Trail was so I rode about 100 yards to the Mead trailhead and gave her the nearest street: Chatham and Wilson.
Pink Floyd was on it's Wish You Were Here Tour--returned to me like riding a bicycle.
"Washington plates, alpha-kilo-juliet-three-nine-nine-six," I tell her.
"Adam-king-john-three-nine-nine-six?" she asked.
That took me a couple of seconds to process before answering, "Yes."
My civic duty completed, I was free to leave so I headed on to work. Farther down the trail I found a chunk of metal. Was it from the van? I don't know. But it wasn't there yesterday. I pushed it off to the side. The rest of my morning ride was pretty routine. One car almost hit me and I greeted several cyclists and runners with, "Good morning."
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