Bike Booty

As a cyclist I find stuff. All kinds of stuff. Stuff thrown from cars, blown from trash, dropped from pockets...stuff absent mindedly left on top of cars.

I pick it up. I don't collect it. I have enough junk. I like to try to get it back to its rightful owner.

It's a bit of a P.I. game. A twist on a bike scavenger hunt. An internet puzzle at times. One in which, hopefully, there is a relieved person on the other end.

Usually it's credit cards. Sometimes actual money. I don't always try to get that back...how do you find the owner of $20? Credit cards are easy...kinda. Try accessing a credit card company online when you don't know the 'password'.

Once I found a wallet...I delivered that to the address and left it at the door. A tossed purse...to a police officer. A digital camera...after many dead ends I gave it to someone who needed one. A pain in the ass cat...don't ask.

There was the time I spent over 30 minutes just trying to get a hooman on the phone to help me with a found credit card. Since I couldn't explain to the phone in one number or less what my issue was the automation ran me in circles and disconnected me more than once. Obviously no cheeseburger on the computer for my unique order. GO FISH.

Today yielded me quite a treasure! A 1950 yearbook from the historically black University of Texas Southern. Wow. Someone will surely miss this one. We're on the case...we're tracking alumni. In the meantime we are thumbing through this chronicle of history. Stay tuned...