On May 18, I participated in the California Classic Metric Century Bike ride in Fresno. It was well organized and an enjoyable event, with a great lunch and plenty of cheerful volunteers. After the bike ride, I was in a hurry to get home, and loaded my bicycle into my truck, but somehow forgot to load my front wheel into the truck. I drove off and went down the freeway about 15 miles, when I realized that I had forgotten my wheel.
I turned around, fearing that it had been taken or possible damaged by traffic in the parking lot. When I arrived back at the parking lot, I asked the attendant if anyone had found my wheel. To my surprise, he pointed it out where someone had reported it and leaned it against an oleander bush. Fresno takes a lot of heat nationwide for being an undesirable place to live, but this experience helps to restore my faith in people.
I would like to say thank you to the honest person who found and turned in my bicycle wheel.