On a recent walk in the luscious state park across the road from where I live, I saw something odd in the water below. I had just gotten new glasses, my first pair of bifocals, and so I was already disoriented, trying to find what the optometrist called the “sweet spot” and simply focus on what I was regarding. I found it.
The thing below, which doesn’t quite come across so well in this photo, is a motorcycle.
It’s just down there. Based on the patina, it seems more like detritus than a recent accident or disposal of really large trash. Like it must have come from a junk yard upstream somewhere.
So if you live upstream and just realized your motorcycle is missing, you might want to stop by.