I turned the money over to the police who held it for several months, but when no one claimed it the money became mine for real- a thin stack of hundreds and fifties still sandy from the dirty puddle water.

For a long time I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't want it to just disappear under my bills; I wanted to use it in a way that was worthy of a once-in-a-lifetime stroke of luck.

So a year later I fired up my motorcycle with the intention of riding until the money was gone, and maybe then some.

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