The Hard Trail
Yesterday was a wonderful day, but I wouldn't have known that from how it started. We decided to ride the Cannon Valley trail. C loaded the bikes onto the car and I stayed inside to fill the water bottles and tend to other things. Then we headed out. We were on the highway toward Hastings when C noticed a black pick up truck had pulled up even with us. It stayed right by our side until we noticed it. The passenger gestured to the back of our car. We looked back and instantly noticed that only one bike was on the rack. I gave a thumb up to the driver and they passed us. We both felt sick. My bike had fallen off somewhere and neither of us had noticed. We turned around and backtracked. We would have to turn around again once we saw the bike so we could go get it. I was afraid we would find a mangled mess on the road. A semi could have run over it and crushed it. Hopefully no one ran over it and ruined their car. I noticed the bike just past an...