I valeted my bicycle yesterday. It was pretty neat.
I rode my Citizen folding bike to the Regent Bal Harbour for an appointment and after huffing and puffing my way up the steep driveway I coasted to the valet station and breathlessly said, "Hi. I'd like to valet my bike!"
(Meanwhile I'm thinking to myself I'm so effing green.)
The courteous valet guys looked a little confused but one seemed to know what to do and offered to stash the bike in the office. After my appointment I came out and was like, "Hi, I think my bike is in your valet office." The gracious parking attendant promptly procured the office keys and reappeared with my hot two-wheeler. I tipped him a few dollars and was on my way.
Valet practice of the future? Perhaps...