Do you like my new basket?
Before I had my basket I was a basket case. Life is full of stuff, right? Whether you're walking, or in a car or on a bike, you've always got stuff. I used to be the bag buddy, and then I got a basket and my balance and my back are both the better for it, and suddenly life is full of sunshine and lollipops.
Oh who am I kidding? It still rains here in the rainforest, and I am still a basket case, only now I am a basket case with a basket. Why am I a basket case? Because I have been through five of them in the two years I've had this bike. I got a great deal on the bike, but now I've spent half again on baskets!
The last one lasted the longest,
but it broke in the end
just like all the others.
It doesn't make sense.
I never throw more than a bottle of wine, my camera bag, and my purse in there.
And the bike never ever falls over.
I need a basket built like a tank.
Or a brick ...
*!t stuff happens.
(Sorry about yer luck, sunshine.)
|from Drunk Cyclist|
Stuff happens a lot. That's why I like hard things.
Titanium suits me better than plastic, as sweet and springy as it can be.
I love this Colnago, but my Lynskey suits me better, because
I like to ride hard and I like to ride fast and I like to do it every day.
And I can be hard on things.
This appears to be a function of my tribe of genetic mutation. I am definitely a carrier, because my son has the same condition, poor thing.
It's a good thing the man is strong.
He put an industrial basket on one of his bikes.
I put a ding in it.
Just a little ding, but that is one sturdy basket - it looks like something out of Mad Max, doesn't it? I put a ding in it the very first time he rode with it, and I didn't even have to touch his bike to do it.
It's like magic or something.
I parked my bike and walked away and a great gust of wind came along and blew it to the ground, taking his along as collateral damage. His bike broke the fall and protected my wicker basket, and it shows.
He didn't flinch. Just nodded and said "That's about right. Just under an hour."
It's always that way with Bea bike and baskets. I'd blame it on basket gremlins, but grown-ups don't believe in gremlins so let's call it the winds of fate. They come along and blow the bike over, and the basket bounces off the pavement, which is never good.
This new basket is wicker. I love how it sits upright like that. So pretty. Did I tell you that it's wicker? Lovely, bendy, biodegradable wicker.
I hear laughter on the wind.