I found $4.21 this year and a couple guitar picks. Less money than last year even though I rode more miles.
Showing posts with label BikerBucks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BikerBucks. Show all posts
Friday, January 01, 2021
Wednesday, January 01, 2020
Biker Bucks 2019
I found $6.98 this year. Obviously if you ride more miles (almost 1000 more than last year), you will likely find more money ($4.01 more than last year).
Later.
Later.
Monday, December 31, 2018
Biker Bucks 2018
I picked up $2.97 in Biker Bucks this year, a little bit less than last year. Also among the coins is a Paraguayan one Guarani coin. At today's exchange rate, it is worth a whopping .017 cents. Time to order that new Ferrari.
Later.
Later.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Biker Bucks 2017
I just finished my last ride of the year, so I can close the book on the money I found in 2017: $3.18
Not too bad.
Later.
Not too bad.
Later.
Sunday, January 01, 2017
Biker Bucks 2016
Last year I posted about my habit of picking up money when I ride. This year I picked up a lot more coins:
But the total was only $1.25. Also pictured are a few items that fooled me into stopping: a snowflake pendant, a Marvel Comics pendant, a slug and a video game token.
There's always next year.
Later.
But the total was only $1.25. Also pictured are a few items that fooled me into stopping: a snowflake pendant, a Marvel Comics pendant, a slug and a video game token.
There's always next year.
Later.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Biker Bucks 2015
When I am out riding I pick up money when I see it. There are limits to what I will do, though. For example, I won't stop for a penny if I am doing 40 miles per hour. But if I am sitting at a red light and it's near me, sure.
Until now it's always been just a private little game I play. When I get home I throw it in a bag and total it up at the end of the year. Some years are better than others. This year I totaled a measly $1.41 in findings.
Though there is some luck involved, for the most part the yearly earnings are representative of how much I am riding. A buck forty-one ain't cutting it.
While most people make resolutions to lose weight, get stronger or eat better, mine is pretty simple: find more money this year.
Later.
Until now it's always been just a private little game I play. When I get home I throw it in a bag and total it up at the end of the year. Some years are better than others. This year I totaled a measly $1.41 in findings.
Though there is some luck involved, for the most part the yearly earnings are representative of how much I am riding. A buck forty-one ain't cutting it.
While most people make resolutions to lose weight, get stronger or eat better, mine is pretty simple: find more money this year.
Later.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Pro
Last week the weather was horrible, but I am kind of “training” for an upcoming event that is not entirely unlike what some people might call a “race.” These people, we’ll call them “racers,” call this event a race because they will actually be racing. However, I am what people call a “participant.” This is a nice way of saying “pack fodder” or “fat guy.”
Luckily, Arnold Schwarzenegger heard of my lack of fitness and declared, by executive order, that I shall have two extra days off per month to be used for training. Nice. Thanks, Arnie!
So Tuesday, my executively ordered training day, I rolled out of the house early to get some miles in. It was 37 degrees, and it’s not difficult to hit 40 miles per hour in a few places on the four-mile descent leading away from my house. I don’t know the equation for determining wind chill, but it was cold. Damn cold. I always have to tell myself, “It only gets warmer from here on out.”
After a couple hours I headed for home. The same four miles where I froze going down were now the last obstacle between myself and a hot shower. As I climbed I glanced down to see a small makeup bag in the road. It was dirty and smashed flat. I briefly thought about picking it up, but at that point I just wanted to get home.
On Wednesday, my regular day off, I went out for a similar ride. It was a little warmer and much more enjoyable. Going up the last climb I again saw the makeup bag, but this time I picked it up. It was too light to possibly contain anything. I tried the zipper, but it was pretty much welded shut from repeatedly being run over by cars. I looked around and found a sharp stone, which I used to cut the bag open. Inside was a dirty $20 bill. Hello, Mister Hamilton!
On Thursday, Lincoln’s birthday, I again prepared for a ride. The skies were dark and ominous, but the radar showed no precipitation on the way, so I took off. Within 10 minutes it was raining on me, and it continued off and on for the entire two hours I was out.
About halfway through the ride I saw something in the road ahead of me. As I rode closer it looked to be money. As I pulled to a stop, there was a soaking wet dollar bill plastered to the pavement. Hello, Mister Washington!
So even though the state took 9.2% of my pay, I still cleared a cool $21 for the week working a side job. Is it taxable income? Not sure. Just to be safe, don’t tell Arnie. He’s going to want some of it.
Later.
Luckily, Arnold Schwarzenegger heard of my lack of fitness and declared, by executive order, that I shall have two extra days off per month to be used for training. Nice. Thanks, Arnie!
So Tuesday, my executively ordered training day, I rolled out of the house early to get some miles in. It was 37 degrees, and it’s not difficult to hit 40 miles per hour in a few places on the four-mile descent leading away from my house. I don’t know the equation for determining wind chill, but it was cold. Damn cold. I always have to tell myself, “It only gets warmer from here on out.”
After a couple hours I headed for home. The same four miles where I froze going down were now the last obstacle between myself and a hot shower. As I climbed I glanced down to see a small makeup bag in the road. It was dirty and smashed flat. I briefly thought about picking it up, but at that point I just wanted to get home.
On Wednesday, my regular day off, I went out for a similar ride. It was a little warmer and much more enjoyable. Going up the last climb I again saw the makeup bag, but this time I picked it up. It was too light to possibly contain anything. I tried the zipper, but it was pretty much welded shut from repeatedly being run over by cars. I looked around and found a sharp stone, which I used to cut the bag open. Inside was a dirty $20 bill. Hello, Mister Hamilton!
On Thursday, Lincoln’s birthday, I again prepared for a ride. The skies were dark and ominous, but the radar showed no precipitation on the way, so I took off. Within 10 minutes it was raining on me, and it continued off and on for the entire two hours I was out.
About halfway through the ride I saw something in the road ahead of me. As I rode closer it looked to be money. As I pulled to a stop, there was a soaking wet dollar bill plastered to the pavement. Hello, Mister Washington!
So even though the state took 9.2% of my pay, I still cleared a cool $21 for the week working a side job. Is it taxable income? Not sure. Just to be safe, don’t tell Arnie. He’s going to want some of it.
Later.
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