We’re all guilty of making a goofy mistake every once in a while, and if we’re lucky, we don’t even pay for it!
After an extra long night on Sunday, I went to lock up my bike as normal, not paying attention to the sunglasses barely dangling from my shirt. They fell into my bike’s back wheel as I locked up, and somehow during the process I completely forgot about them. I ran inside.
The next morning, with the rays of the sun beaming in through the windows, I began a frantic search for my trusted glasses. Had I really left them somewhere the night before? Checking pockets of coats you know you hadn’t worn recently is always a bad sign.
I had misplaced an identical pair of glasses a few years back in what might be the most ideal way to lose a pair of Wayfarers outside of them actually going overboard into the sea—lost among the stands at a twilight polo match in Virginia horse country. These Wayfarers, which replaced the polo pair, have been through a lot more wear and tear and the thought of starting over yet again made me feel like staring at the sun.
Resigning myself to the fact I made an idiot mistake—and one without a great story to back it up—I went outside to get my bike.
Precariously tucked into the spokes of my back wheel sat my Wayfarers, looking up at me helplessly like Iggy so often does when he needs me.
Perhaps the frames blended in perfectly with my bike’s wheel, or maybe even a few people saw them and had pity on me. Whatever the reason, I got lucky when I probably didn’t deserve it. I will be paying it forward later today.