nothing eventful usually happens on my commute to work. but when i bike to work, it’s a completely different story. i was driving along and all of a sudden a toolbox comes flying out of this truck. bits and pieces of the toolbox come flying out with some screwdrivers spilling over in the middle of the road.
i got off my bike and ran into the middle of the street to move the toolbox before any other cars would run over it or swerve away to not hit it. the guy in the truck stopped his truck at the side of the road and started to walk towards me to pick up his missing toolbox. we talked a little about how the toolbox has never fallen off his truck before while picking up various tools from the side of the street and then we went our separate ways.
it’s kind of neat how different your commute becomes when it slows down a little when you bike.
I totally thought this post was gonna end with you describing having to make a hasty retreat on your bike as the trucker runs after you hollering and cussing thinking you were trying to steal his tools.