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I lost my wedding ring in Philips Park (MNPRers will know this isn't a small place) whilst setting up the first Hit the North. 6 hours later I got a phone call from Terrahawk. He'd found it!
I lost the cradle from a Syncros seatpost when one of the bolts snapped. I looked for ages but couldn't find it so had to ride home saddleless.
About three years later, I rode past the spot I'd lost it and thought I'd have a quick search. Found the missing part in about a minute. It's still in use now.
One for Esselgruntfuttock's appreciation.
Many years ago my brother rebuilt the rear suspension units on his Montesa but one of them came apart at the next day's trial - funnily enough the bike rode better with just one unit for the rest of the event.
The next year, at the same venue, I realised I had missed the flagged route and stopped to look around for flags. At my foot was the spring and adjuster from the Montesa so the rebuild was once again completed.
I lost a silver-mounted shark tooth from a chain I'd been wearing while on a bike ride one day. Thought it might be worth following the same route, and I actually found the damned thing lying in the middle of the Sustrans route out of Chippenham towards Calne! It's only about 15mm across, so the chances were negligible.
Pretty chuffed at finding it.
In a similar vein - my brothers and me were playing 'war' with the local kids; y'know - bikes as tanks and sticks as guns etc. My older brother decides it's a good idea to charge at the enemy in his tank holding nothing but his gun. My younger brother leaps out from the dark reassesses of the alley and shoots, causing older bro to fall face first onto the tarmac and smash his front tooth.
The war was over and everyone went home due to real blood being spilled.
I found his tears a tad annoying for some reason so went outside to search for the half-tooth thinking we could simply glue it back on. I found it against all the odds, surrounded by little shards of stone etc. that resembled the tooth. It's strange how we spot things.
But I digress - found the cheddar in the bread bin after thinking I must've eaten the lot. Kind of lost, I guess...
Dec 1994 I crashed my car when I lost it on a corner and wrapped it around a tree. Walked to my mates house to call the RAC - it was a country lane and people didn't have mobiles back then. Car was recovered back to digs, mate took me to A&E for a check up. Next day, looking at my smashed car, I realised the tax disc had gone walkies when the windscreen shattered. Walked back up to where I crashed and it was lodged in a hedge about 50m from the offending tree.
Camping in the Brecon beacons on a biking weekend. After returning home realised I'd lost a set of Allen keys. Went back to the same campsite 6months later. Went over to the spot we'd been to previously ,looked down and found them straight away. Still have them now best part of 20 years later.