what are the odds

Tomorrow I go by car and rescue Squeaky, who has been rusting away in a garage downstate after a brutal 100 mile (century) ride. Poor bastard. I have missed him, but he's tough and I know he'll bounce right back.

Here's two "road -find" scenarios that happened to me recently. What are the odds?

1. You are riding your usual training route. At the bottom of the hill at the base of the Med. Center you find a brand new cycling glove in the road, which you stow away, what the hell. After five or six turns and 8 miles, you stop to take a drink off your water bottle. In front of the Liquor Store. There, in front of you, is the exact mate of the glove, the left hand.

2. You go to get some pizza. You have just ridden through the War Zone, evaded all kinds of complex traffic scenarios, freaky wierd people, everyone is high on drugs.

As you emerge from the place, after a good half hour, you discover your spare tube package that you strapped under your saddle has shaken off. Bummer. Oh, but wait, here comes Frank the Wino, on his beat up old Mt bike, with cans in his panniers. He is smoking as he rides, of course.

"Hey buddy, I just found this extra tube lying in da road. Won't fit my bike. Here, looks like it will fit yours. Have a nice day"...