The Little Bike Rack That Could set its all-time record for customers today. As I pulled in on my trusty Trek (damn, it was cold this morning!), I became the fifth–the fifth!–wheeled vehicle on the Hawthorne rack. It only took 2 1/2 years, but it appears the bike rack I pushed Town Hall for has finally caught on.

Bookending the cycles on the rack were the mysterious motor scooter known as the Black Rider and the Power Climber Ghost Bike that hasn’t moved for about a month. But even more intriguing were two in the middle that I’ve never seen before: a beat-up old mountain bike and a kid’s blue dirt bike.

The pair of newcomer bikes looked like a father and son combo, like the Dad told the kid to pack a lunch because they were skipping school for a day of fun. Maybe they parked their bikes, hopped the 7:52, and jetted down to Gotham for a full day of Laser Tag, shopping at Toys R Us, lunch at Virgil’s, and a Jersey Boys matinee.

Or maybe the dad had a court date, couldn’t find a babysitter, has no driver’s license, and got the kid’s bike in a poker game.

I have no idea.