The young guy dressed oddly in plaid shorts (odd for 32 degree weather) looked at me with a puzzled look. “You have a flat tire?”
“Oh” It was then that I heard the air escaping from the front tire of my mountain bike. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
We both shrugged. I had just pulled up and was standing over my bike behind my car in the parking lot. My ride was already finished. Never was a flat tire timed my perfectly. For that matter, it was also on my front tire, an easy fix even if I was out on the trail. But I wasn’t.
“Good timing, eh? Trails aren’t slick are they?”
“Nah. Just a bit of a dusting. Actually made the dirt a little tackier.”
I had picked up a hat on the trail, one of those plaid hats with fuzzy flaps to go over the ears. Plaid was the fashion theme of the day, I guess. A young man walked around the side of the car next to me.
“Any of you see a ha….” And I handed it to him.
Yesterday was a mandatory work day, the one Saturday of the year where everyone works. I started at 6 AM so I could leave at 2 PM for a ride. Worked out famously. It was just one of those famous days.