the GOT bike

 Or more specifically, another bike. I rode twice yesterday so I'll count that as justifying breaking events of the day into two posts. My second ride was to collect the bike I found in a free pile at the end of a driveway when my first ride, on a mountain bike, included a stint on the road. Old bikes that are new to me are technology of which I appreciate having more! Yup, those bars are high,  even by my post-broken-neck standards,  but I had already offered that stem to a friend  by the time I took this picture. A couple decades ago, living in Manchester, Connecticut, I learned a valuable lesson. On my way home I saw a wonderful tool chest on offer in someone's yard. It was something I could really use, but too big bulky to carry on the bike I had, so I rushed home for a different set of wheels, possibly a trailer as well. I wasn't fast enough, and someone else beat me to it. That was when I realized the public woods across the street would've been a great place t...