Sometimes it is the mental image of the stuff you find on the side of the road when cycling, rather than actual possession of the item that matters. This week the bike lane in South Burlington plays host to a three foot length of two-by-four. It's pretty unremarkable- it's chipped up and has obliviously been tumbled under some truck wheels and then finally cast off to rest at the curb. The funny thing about it, though, is written across it in black magic marker, large enough for me to read on my way by without slowing down, it says "I want to be a cowboy."
Dream on, discarded lumber, dream on.