I finally met the mystery cyclist. Russell was pushing his bike over Niles Channel, a forty-foot tall bridge 26 miles from Key West. There was no traffic so I stopped the kennel on the roadway, leaned out and told him to meet me at the foot of the bridge. So he did:
Russell, who I have seen all up and down the Lower Keys on his bike had torn the rear tire and couldn't repair it. We stuffed the bike in the trunk and I delivered him back to the city. He is a substitute teacher looking for a permanent position in a less costly community, preferably Hendry County though he will settle on Broward County at the end of the school year. I shall miss him. He was born in London of American parents and says his favorite place to live was Parker Arizona. He likes tennis and says there is a butch tennis player who likes to wear pink shirts, so pink crocs are no big deal to him.
Next we meet Charles who was waiting outside the police station for a ride along with a police officer. He has read every entry in my blog which boggles my mind slightly and rides a 1991 Suzuki Bandit.
This dog was less interested in me than in my walking companion. Cheyenne is so cool- she ignores the pleading looks, the yelps of desire, the barks of desperation and walks right on by. A true cocotte. And she's mine, I sneer at the lustful hounds.
I am not a fan of pawn shops as I am not a shopper, but there are a few in Key West for needy people who need...money. This place I visited once as the owner wanted to buy my Yamaha Zuma motor scooter for himself. So after he paid my full asking price (Zumas are that popular in Key West!) I have a soft spot for this place.
A dog's eye view of the Truman sidewalk. It's Spring, it's Sunday, go out and breathe some fresh air.