I had a traumatic motorcycle ride into work this morning

['73 H1 Triple]

I'm trying to get the last few rides on my ZR1100 before winter bares it's ugly head. So this morning, I push the cycle out of the garage, bungee my lunch box to the rack and off I go. My water and thermos are in my backpack.

It's a nice easy ride this morning, a little cool but relaxing. I get to work 18 miles later and park the bike.

I get off and NO LUNCH BOX
I remember putting it on but it's not there now. I call my wife and have her check next to where I park the cycle but it's not there.

She offers to check the way I go from home, I start from work and backtrack.

She found the first bungee 2 miles from the house, the second bungee another mile down the road with the lunchbox. She dropped it off on her way to work.

Today I had a very good corned beef and swiss sandwich with smashed chips and a dented soda. What really blew my mind was my hard boiled egg was intact

Jeff