I spotted him first. It was 7:45 a.m. on a rainy Tuesday morning in October. He was on a bike, riding up the (quite steep) hill outside our kitchen window, pulling (what looked like) a giant black bucket behind him. And in the bucket, he was carrying not one, not two, but THREE small children.
I yelled to my roommate, “There’s a guy outside! And he’s riding up the hill! With three kids! In a bucket!”
And yes, despite the early hour, I used four exclamation points.
Henceforth, he became Bucket Guy.
I’ve been told that Bucket Guy’s bike is a Madsen. (New to me, and I’m quite intrigued.) I haven’t yet managed to flag him down as he huffs his way up that hill, but my roommate has. She pedaled up behind him last week and sent me this email:
The bike comes built that way, with the “box,” as he called it, attached. It can hold up to 600 lbs! And there are seatbelts for four kids (one of the three kids in the bucket told me this!). I asked him if he rides a lot and he said, “as much as I can.” Then I was just about to ask him if he’d like to talk to you sometime but we went in different directions and he was starting up a steep hill so I didn’t want to make him lose momentum.
So it goes. Bucket Guy, whoever you are, I salute you. Thanks for making my days a little brighter.