On Sunday I had the most expensive cup of coffee ever. I started out on Sunday morning to ride down to Breakfast Torque, since I knew it would be a warm day I didn't bother with the jacket lining and only had summer weight leather gloves on. Of course the morning was not quite so warm, and after about 45 minutes, whilst not frozen I was cooler that I wanted to be. No drama, I stopped at Greenacre Caltex & Maccas for a cup of coffee. Warming the hands and the insides I rode on much happier and more comfortable. It was only when I got to Loftus and started to stroll around the field that I noticed something wrong, my wedding ring was not where it normally would live. I can only surmise that when I stopped for coffee my slightly numb fingers didn't feel the ring come off with the glove, and since I still had my helmet on at the time I didn't hear anything drop. Well, the trip back from Loftus to the servo to search was a quick one, but alas no luck. I stopped in there a little later, but nothing had been handed in. What have you lost whilst out riding?