Jason Zabel and I were waiting in his car for our story’s contact to arrive, when out of the corner of our eye we saw what appeared to be a pink flamingo.  Not wanting to miss our contact, but still curious about the manifestation we saw, we followed the pink conjure around the block only to find, not one, but two pink flamingo bike riders.  After they had passed, Mr. Zabel and I looked at each other incredulously.