My bike packing buddy, Jody, was going through our packing list early on.
Stove. Check. Tent. Check. Sleeping bag. Check. This went on for a while until she got to:
Mascot.
Huh?
Seems Ms W carries a plastic squeak toy dog on all of her trips. And she insisted I needed one.
Well, ok then.
Fast forward to a weekday solo ride in old East Dallas. Cruising down the bike lane on a local arterial I look down. There on the ground was a quite dirty, miniature stuffed toy giraffe. Or some kind of orange-spotted kids toy.
I picked her up and packed her home. Washed and dried her. She’s taken up residence on my dashboard in advance of my next trip.
Her name, you ask?
Matilda. After the street where she was rescued from.
I’m hoping she is my good luck charm in the coming months.
Relentless
