I’m coming from work. I’m a handyman: a plumber, electrician, construction worker—everything. I ride my bike from the station to work and back. People in Pasadena are very kind and caring. They look out for me. One time, I almost missed my stop so I ran out of the train and completely forgot my bike. As soon as I realized it, the train was leaving. This person must’ve seen the look on my face. They actually came back to my stop to return my bike. It saved my marriage: My wife would’ve been so mad!