Went for a ride with mate he didn’t have pockets or a bag so I stuck his car keys in my bag. Had a prolonged sitdown and a rest at the highest furthest point form anywhere. Finished ride got to car, “erm where’s my bag?” took it off at that stop, cue call to mate’s family and my family, my mum went to his house got the spare keys and dropped them off to us, we drove to nearest carpark to the big hill and my mate ran to the top to collect bag and keys while I waited in car feeling like a prize plum
(quickest route was unrideable, I can’t run anyway and had fried my legs riding mate is a mentalist and decent runner)