Fred Mertz

A roll of duct tape, a makita grinder, aluminum cans.....

sjanzeir

Almost rolled over this little red monster truck just this morning (I'm posting this off to the side of the road right now.) Some kid somewhere must be pretty upset right about now... 😢

Clyde1820

A piece of rope.

Some years ago, while riding along a street I'd been on many thousands of times, a strange smell floated past. A familiar smell. One that took me back 50yrs to my childhood when I used to root around grandpa's garage area. A short length of rope. Nasty, probably in that gutter for years. But it smelled identical to grandpa's garage. That old, awful, somehow comforting mix of oil, dirt, sweat, general crud, weathering, and whatever any number of animals chose to do with the thing. The old memories flashed through my head as I passed it. Took me minutes to find the thing, coming back to search for it. Weird, how certain smells can unleash a cascade of old memories like that.

Chuck M 

Years ago at work, the coffee makers were in the smoking break room. When the coffee grounds and ashtrays were dumped in the trash, it smelled like my grandmother's kitchen trash and always invoked memories of my grandmother.

Also when I was a teen, my girlfriend worked at a burger joint. When she got off in the evening, I would take her in my car to "the slopes" outside of town. Pickles and onions bring on memories too.

Clyde1820

Used to fish off the coast for cod and other types, at depth. Made up my own rigs, with discarded window sash weights and custom lines. Had a dozen old, discarded McDonald's 5gal pickle buckets for the task. Those things never really lost the smell of pickles, even after a few years of fishing. To this day, when I smell that smell, I still get flashes of coastal fishing memories.

locolobo13 

In Jr. Hi, in the late 60s, I would walk by a corner gas station. It was a full service station with the bays. The parking lot was littered with cigarette buts. There was a smell of fuel, oil and solvents.

Fast forward to the 90s. I'm working in a lab using iso-octane as a solvent. The smell of iso-octane always brought back the memory of that parking lot. Still does for that matter.

locolobo13 

Found this along the Arizona Canal


a bag of brown leafy material. Didn't touch it.

jpc2001

On Dec 11th I found myself on the ground. You'd laugh if you saw the pothole that did it -- it looks like nothing, just a tiny dip. I caught it exactly wrong, bobbled the recovery, and tipped over a curb onto the sidewalk.

Yesterday I finally got an x-ray. I had no idea it was broken. That's a tibia. The fracture's kinda faint so I've circled it:



To put a happy ending on this story, I once found a $2 bill while riding too.

locolobo13 

Under a tree by the Maryland Ave pedestrian bridge over I17 in Phx.


This tree is almost decorated with something.

Korina

I spotted one of those a few months ago, right outside the local pot shop. I also let it be; figured either the owner would come back in a panic, or someone would score.