(not) rando junk of the day
One of the companies along the Springwater Trail had put up a big fence of yellow caution tape, but one of the tendrils of the fence had come loose and was flapping in the wind. As I sailed on by, this tendril wrapped itself around me, snapped loose from the fence, and tangled itself up in my front fender.
I didn’t want to stop, so I plucked it out of the fender en passant, then wound it up (and up, and up, to the tune of 30 feet of caution tape) and wadded it into my rando bag for later use. After all, who knows when I might need some bilingual caution tape?