“*Hey! *Guess what I’m bringing home today”
“Better not be another wildebeest head”
< rolls down window - tosses it out >
“Oh, no! Not one of those … it’s um, *um *…”
< passes yard sale >
“*A chair!!! *A really nice chair!!!”
“*Hey! *Guess what I’m bringing home today”
“Better not be another wildebeest head”
< rolls down window - tosses it out >
“Oh, no! Not one of those … it’s um, *um *…”
< passes yard sale >
“*A chair!!! *A really nice chair!!!”
Hahaha. I am choosing to believe that this is exactly how it played out
Last night, in spite of a ton of rain, D’Wife wanted to go for a walk around the path/track at D’Kid’s old school after she got home from work to get even a slight amount of cardio in for the day. It’s about a third of a mile around, so we figured we’d just stroll for half an hour or so and get a little more than a mile in. So we got our umbrellas, got in the car and drove over.
We accomplished our goal and came home for dinner
I hadn’t even opened a beer yet, when she came storming into the kitchen
“Where are the car keys?!!!” she asked in a panic
“Everything OK?” I inquired, although I could tell
“NO!!!” she answered and flew out of the house
Unsure of what exactly was needed of me, I sort of just stood there until she returned, quite annoyed
“I thought I put my glasses in my pocket” she explained “They were on my head, on my hat, then when I went to sprint, I thought I put them in my pocket. I must have been mistaken”
By now it was totally dark, and still raining, maybe even harder, but I could tell we were going out to look for them
She grabbed a flashlight, and I popped the headlights off our bikes to use the extra power of the LEDs
We went back, and commenced our search and - possibly - rescue, She looked for the obvious on the asphalt, while I shined my light more diligently along the fringes of the lawn edging the path
She made it about halfway around before giving up “This isn’t working!!!”
We stopped at RiteAid on the way back, where she got some cheap readers to use for work and would make an appointment to get a new pair tomorrow
No rain this morning, just some lifting fog, so once she left for work I said to myself ‘*Self? *We don’t have any meetings until 10. Let’s take a trot over there and see what we can find? If they were there at 8PM they’ll be there at 8AM. A lot of folks walk their dogs around there, so I’ll bet they’ve been spotted somehow. It’s only a mile and even searching for TWO laps, we can be back in plenty of time’
I got my gear on, did a little stretch , and off I went
Nine minutes later I was on the recon
About halfway around, there’s a little hill, with some 6x6" pilings to form a retaining wall about 4 feet high, where the path goes by
On top of the wall, sat D’Wife’s specs; someone* had* found them, and placed them where they could easily be seen & recovered - as I had hoped someone would have
Ironically, this is just a little bit further down the path from where she had given up last night. Chances are, though, that she still wouldn’t have seen them in the dark, even if she’d pressed on, so I can’t fault her there
I took my phone out of my SpiBelt, got a quick pic to say* “See! I told ya!” *put it back, stuck the specs in there as well, and finished up my little 5K loop with much glee
Not wierd but very cool - the other day I took one of the dogs out for a little a.m. run before work and headed for the crushed limestone trail that runs along the river. Looked down at the edge of the trail and saw a nest of snapping turtles just hatching. There were already 5 up and out of the hole and at least 2 more trying to find their way out. Didn’t have my phone with me but went back later to get a pic. They were scattered all over the trail, so I moved them off into the grass to get them out of harm’s way.
Seen many odd things, just don’t remember all that many. Odd, just not the oddest.
Have seen a handful of lingerie/topless/nude photos hoots. Usually just a girl and a guy with a camera, but once a few models and some strobes and real lighting and reflectors.
A hawk feeding on a rabbit that I scared and he flew off carrying the rabbit and dropping parts - stunk bad.
Used to often see a drummer on Santiago Canyon road by the old dump. Full on drum kit just rocking out. No neighbors to bother out there. Just him, his drums and his van.
Seen many odd things, just don’t remember all that many. Odd, just not the oddest.
Yeah, I think this thread has gone from “weirdest thing …” to “latest weird thing …”
Thanks for the continuing contributions though
Dead guy.
On our usual Friday morning long run, starting in downtown Sacramento and heading over to the bike trail on the Sacramento and American rivers.
Cut behind the Railroad Museum in Old Sac. See the guy face down with his long sleeve shirt pulled over his head, trail of blood flowing to the storm drain. I get down close to enough to see if he’s breathing - nope. He’s dead.
Normally Sac PD are in the area around the clock. I run to the front of the museum and find a cop in his car and share our discovery. He calmly says “Yeah, it’s been called in.” Uh, what are you doing here then?
My suspicion his either fell off or was pushed from the I Street Bridge, about a 50-60’ drop. Plop.
I’ve picked up numerous wallets, credit/ATM cards, cell phones, cash and a very cool knife (which I still use today).
On yesterday’s ride we came around a bend saw something on the road that looked like two pieces of wood, but as we passed we saw hooves and blood. Two Deer legs and hooves, nothing else was there.
approaching the turn into our development on Friday, dude is in the bike lane on some sort of urban cruiser bike with…a bright orange kids pool floatie on his upper left arm. Blown up and everything.
I’m guessing it was his budget neon ‘hey don’t hit me I’m a biker’ indicator. Either that, or he imagined he might fall into a nearby creek after getting hit by said car and drown (not that there ARE any nearby creeks…).
+1 points for creativity
+1 for safety
-1 for not going full hog and wearing one on the right arm while you’re at it!
I keep forgetting to mention than since it’s been 9 months (as of today, as a matter of fact) since I’ve gotten it cut, I can literally “feel the wind in my hair” now
#ifeellikePre
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Saw a dude running down the road in a full body bandanna costume. I had to ask him if he lost a bet.
I had to ask him if he lost a bet.
Sounds like something someone would have to do if they’d finished LAST in their Fantasy Football League, but it’s still a little early for that
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Do we have any ghost stories? It IS the season, anyway
I’ll share one
Several years ago - never mind how long ago, precisely - when I lived in another town than I do now, I used to run a nice 4-mile out-and-back along a road that passed through woods and meadows. In the few short years I lived there, the woods became a collection of hospital buildings and the Skate Zone , the meadows became parking lots, and the path became a sidewalk.
One spring evening - just after dusk, while there was still some light but getting darker - I made the turnaround at the stoplight (which once was just a 4-way stop, but now had two left-turn only lanes - with arrows) and headed back towards Wendy’s, OliveGarden, a couple banks, etc. I was suddenly aware of feet coming up up behind me. This caught me off-guard, because I hadn’t see anyone else running in any direction when I was at the light and I had gone quite a way down the road and way from the light before I heard them. I turned around to see a guy in his fifties, I guess, also out for a spring run, but dressed in summer gear (just a white singlet and old-school short shorts)
I was on the barely year-old sidewalk, but he was running in the street, almost right down the middle of the on-coming lane
“Hey!” I shouted over to him “You may want to use the sidewalk. I don’t think it’s a good idea to be in out in the road” as it is particularly twisty at this point and not all the streetlights were on yet, so a runner in the road might not be seen until it was too late
“What sidewalk???”
“Over here. It’s new.”
At this point we were just coming around a bend. I could see headlights approaching in the dusk. As they turned toward my guest, the driver leaned on the horn.
When I turned to say* “Told ya!”* … There was no one there
I stopped for a second to see if he had jumped onto the sidewalk after all, or had maybe scooted down a side road, but I saw no one, nor heard any footsteps
A couple of days later, my imagination and curiosity got the best of me. I called the Voorhees and Gibbsboro Police departments. To no surprise, I learned that many years before a jogger HAD been struck and killed right where I saw my running pal; or where he’d disappeared, anyway
I don’t know if its weird, but:
a week or so ago, it had rained the entire previous day. I woke up and was waiting for rain to stop…but it just wouldn’t. So I decided to just go. It was warm and the “rain” was more like a mist, so quite comfortable.
About 2miles in, the sky opened up and it was POURING. For most of the rest of the run it alternated between steady rain and downpour. Anyways, somewhere between mile 3 and mile 4, there was a guy in full rain gear…galoshes and everything…mowing his lawn. There were “tracks” and mud-streaks where the mower tires made a path. It wasn’t like it was a surprise rain event…it had been raining for about 24hrs at that point.
I wonder if he thought I was weird for running in a downpour?
OCD can be a terrible thing: If Saturday is the day to cut the lawn, and no other day will do, then it’s gotta be done, no matter what the conditions
Poor dude could’ve been having a serious panic attack in the house, waiting for the rain to break, and just couldn’t handle it anymore
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Christmas decorations are going up
Halloween was just over two weeks ago and Thanksgiving is still ten days away
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A couple months ago I was planning to go on a ride with a group of friends. It was going to be casual so I decided to go out for some hard miles prior to the meet up. About halfway through my solo ride, I spotted a cell phone laying on the side of the road. I have found several before and they are always toasted so I’m not sure why I even stopped in this case. I picked it up and sure enough it looked as if 20 cars had ran it over before finally getting kicked into the shoulder. Having now picked it up, I felt guilty about throwing it back on the road so I stuffed it into my back jersey pocket to dispose of later.
A half hour later I met my friends who were waiting for me and one other guy. We waited another ten minutes for the other guy (now late) before texting and calling him. No response. After another 10 minutes, he finally arrives. Of course the group launches in to some good natured heckling about calling and texting him to no avail. He snaps back how he would have loved to answer but the previous day he had left his phone on the top of his car and drove off. Remembering that I still had the destroyed phone in my pocket I jokingly tell him that he is in luck because I had just found him a new one. I pulled it from my pocket and as I held the phone in front of him, his eyes got wide as he took it from me. After a couple moments of inspecting, he exclaims that it was his phone! Apparently, he had left it on his car at a garden center about a quarter mile down the road from where I found it. It was at the first turn he would had made that must have sent it sliding off his car.
Of course the phone was beyond repair so the only happy ending to the story is he was able to salvage the SIM card and retain all his contacts.
Haha. Wow, what are the chances that someone he knew randomly picked it up.
On a run through my neighborhood as it was getting dark I felt like someone was watching me and I turned my head and there was a kid (maybe like 12 years old) hiding in a tree. I laughed and waived and he didn’t acknowledge me. Turned out later from the neighborhood Facebook group that he was hiding from the police.
Saw a roadie (voluntarily) drafting like a *** on the bike leg of steelhead 70.3 2019. He also had his iphone and was taking selfies/videos/snapchat.