I was walking through a parking deck the other day when I noticed something a little unusual. There was a bike tire chained to a rail. The body of the bike was missing. I naturally thought that some bums had simply unscrewed the bike from the front tire and stole the thing. I laughed, took a picture with my phone, and continued on my walk. The following day my travels brought me through the very same deck and where I stumbled upon the owner of the bike. He was huddled over the remaining tire looking perplexed. I felt badly and thought I'd at least offer up the fact that I had seen the bike missing since yesterday. Perhaps it would help him put a timeline on when the thing got stolen. Turns out, the bike wasn't fucking stolen. The guy was an avid biker and had multiple tires to switch on/off different frames. Part of me felt a sense of relief...yet part of me was pissed.

I decided to get out and play some golf over the weekend because I figured the heat would keep the crowds away. I was right. Before I hit the course though, I took a trip to the Lotus Chinese buffet on North Tryon. The Lotus isn't a bad joint. The fried rice was a tad on the soggy side, but not much else was wrong. I would go back. Anyways, I identified the Tradition Golf Course as my destination and began my short journey from the buffet to the grounds. Along the way I saw an interesting bumper sticker on a car with a Kentucky plate. Read More to Continue.