With her were two young ladies and they were both attacking the behind of an old car trying to take out the license plate. "What's going on I asked." Then they said that that they wanted that plate out soon and could not get it out for the past two hours or so. I did not ask the reasons. Probably they were selling the car or gifting it, at least it seemed that way.
The only tools they had was a small screw driver and a small pair of pliers. I asked for a hammer and larger screw driver but they had none. I tried to unscrew the nuts and bolts but they wouldn't budge from their resting place of 10 or 15 years. I was beginning to get embarrassed as they welcomed me as the tough biker, although I am a half-pint on American standards.
Finally I asked them whether they needed the old license plate in it's original good form. "Not really" was the answer as long as the numbers were not defaced it was okay they said.
So around the bolts I started to twist the edges of the plate and begin a tear and kept tearing out the metal around the bolts and nuts holding the number plate. It was hard, but it worked and I finally separated the plate from the back of the car. They were overjoyed and then stood for a picture with their good Samaritan. You can see I am have the license plate in my hand.
I've had many interesting experiences on bicycle rides, but unfortunately did not document them. As least I am beginning to do now. I have made some good friends on the bicycle path even although some catch me up and race me. You'd be surprised at the number of intellectuals that ride bicycles.
If you want to get to know your neighborhood, jump on a bicycle and take a short ride. In cars you do not meet anyone. Walking won't get you too far, but a bicycle will enable you to see more of your neighborhood and bump into much more people.