I took my puppy for a run on the boardwalk along Lake Ontario this evening, and as I look down the horizon, I see the silhouette of a crashed bicycle with a human body lying on the ground.
As I get closer, I notice it’s a bum. The bicycle was still on the boardwalk; the upper half of the bum’s body was in the sand on the beach, his head lying right in the sand. His feet were even still on the pedals of the bicycle. I thought maybe he was dead, so I clapped my hands and he opens his eyes. I guess he was riding along the boardwalk, decided that that patch of sand looks like a good spot to sleep tonight, so he crashes his bike into sleeping position.
Every time I think I’ve seen it all, something like this happens.