Lost & Found

The dog got out. Hey, it's spring. Tom-catting calls louder than his master's voice this time of year. It was a beautiful day so I patrolled the neighborhoods on the Beverly. When the wife got home, we both rode around looking for the dog. I even took a run after dark. By dawn, the wife was an emotional wreck I was short on sleep.

I crafted the reward poster and had it printed at a copy shop. I put it up at the recycling center, the neighborhood ATM, park, mailbox, and convenience store. Fortunately, the little guy came limping in around 3pm, covered in mud. We cleaned him up and I took the scooter to take down the posters.

While I was picking up the poster from Lake Atatlanta, I used the kickstand in soft ground. As I walked back to the bike I watched in horror as it leaned more to the left and fell over. I made a run to catch it but was too late. An old man in a pickup was driving by and said "I've done that before. Hope it's okay." It was small consolation. There are a couple of scratches now.


The Bev didn't fire up when I righted her. I suspected the engine was flooded and took a walk. The camera phone photo above is the drainage pipes surging in the normally quiet creek from our recent heavy rain. After a few moments the scooter came to life and I rode home to a happy family.