My riding mate [Indica] said to me as we headed off on a late Fiday afternoon ride last week "gotta get me some clear riding glasses for these late afternoon/evening rides as the bugs are coming out"
About 5 km later I pass a pair sitting in the grass at the side of the track so I stopped to pick them up, "Score" I'm thinking "Indica gets his clear riding classes". They were inexpensive, clear generic safety glasses in good condition, no real hope of finding the owner so I figured at least he will get some use out of them.
When we stop next I'm about to hand them over when I notice some very fine black hand writing inside the temples, it says "Jayden"
I actually know a Jayden, he's the 15 year old next door neighbour, him and his Dad have recently taken to riding the local trails. Too much of a coincidence I think so I take them home.
Sure enough Jayden and his Dad had been for a ride that afternoon and Jayden had lost his glasses!
A real bit of luck involved there I think