I went home early yesterday because I wasn’t feeling well, and left my bike at work overnight. So this morning, I boarded a bus to go to work, and since I’m still not at 100% physically, I decided to take the one that stops at my door, which connects with MAX.

I can never remember that the MAX train doesn’t pull forward to where the bus lets me off at Gateway, so I always end up riding near the bikes, at the very front of the train. Today, there were two bikes already hanging there when someone else got on with another bike right behind me. He stood with the bike just inside the door, and the operator quickly let him know that “bikes are not permitted in the priority seating area” and that he needed to move.

He did so, and was followed by another passenger. Their conversation was most interesting.

You see, the bike didn’t so much belong to this gentleman. He’d picked it up somewhere (I never heard where) because it had been sitting there for three days, unlocked and unclaimed. It might have been abandoned because it needed a little TLC. “It just needs the rear wheel replaced,” he explained to the other passenger, turning the bike upside-down and spinning the wheel, although I couldn’t see at a glance what was wrong with it.

He made a quick phone call, and then reported back “it’s clear.” Apparently, he was checking to see if the bike’s serial number had been reported stolen. It hadn’t. He then proceeded to SELL this bike, which he didn’t even own, to the other passenger, and they both got off MAX together.

I got off at the same stop and headed for work, shaking my head. Craziness.

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