The street I live on has far too many maple trees. Trees that drip sap all day and night all over my bike.
I got to work, and all the caramelized sap on my muffler smelled like a frigging candy factory
Ah well, at least we have a hose, a clean garbage can, hand soap and I borrowed a brush from a cager. My bike is now squeeky clean -- and the microfibre cloth I picked up this week for $1.50 does a way better job drying my bike than any other shammy I've ever used.