The other day, while riding across town I took a few random shots of things "real people" miss while driving their cars. You know the little things that cagers going 35-40 miles an hour don't see because they are busy driving fast, honking at me, drinking coffee and brushing Cheeto crums off their suits.
One was this mid sixties example of a French bike chained to a post,
although not a high end bike, I think it interesting the way the lugwork was "embellished."
I have seen this before on a mid-sixties Puch. It must have been a popular way to trim the lugs
on entry level equipment back then.
This group I imagine to be a family out for lunch who tied up their steeds
together outside a local bistro.
Looks like daddy, mommy and baby bear's vintage stable all together.
Then there was this interesting sight.
Tucked away at the edge of the gutter out of view from cars and pedestrians.
Was it discarded by the owner in a fit of carnal passion on the street the night before,
or thrown in a drunken angry fit during a lover's squall?
I realized after a moment the obvious reason a perfectly good shoe would be in the gutter.
Another fanatical shoe bomber targeting an innocent midwestern town!
I pedaled away furiously, escaping the shoe but not
my paranoid fantasy until it didn't appear on the news that night
and I was relieved that I didn't notify the bomb squad for it's removal.
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