Rarely will I post two blogs in one day, since MySpace runs them together without a separator, but since this topic is very much a continuation of the last, and I have a spare moment, here we go.
Today I bicycled only four miles, but in that time: (a) Made a trip to the bank, (b) Cooled my heels in a coffee shop to work on a project (i.e., I needed solitude), (c) Did some impulse shopping at a record store, and (d) Bought over $20 of groceries, including ice cream, and most importantly, (e) Lugged it all home on the bike!
The record -- and I do mean a big, black, round vinyl record -- was entirely an impulse buy. A Florence! Foster!! Jenkins!!! Recital!!!! (RCA Victor LRT-7000) is a 10-inch release ... well, maybe not so much a release as they let it escape. It's not a joke; she actually recorded this in sober seriousness. Some of it is on YouTube; hear for yourself ... if you dare! Or see Wikipedia for just the facts, ma'am. Anyway, I saw that sitting there and just couldn't pass it up, as it's been out of print for decades. She died in 1944.
Adding the record to the pile of stuff I took to the coffee shop to work on, I then cycled over to the grocery store for a couple of things. On the way, while still on the bike, I picked up a stray shopping cart and pulled it half the length of the plaza.
I got about $30 of groceries. I picked up a paper grocery bag on my way in and put it in the cart (along with helmet and orange vest), so I knew when I'd be overfull. Even so, at checkout, I decided to pack the bananas and green peppers in with the record and the project (mainly a big envelope). I put my paper bag in a plastic bag so I could carry it on my arm.
The biggest problem was that the straps to the plastic grocery bags shriveled up into painful, wire-thin cords that tried to cut my arms in half. I really need to get a basket for at least one bike. The weight of the two bags, one mainly groceries, the other half groceries, half paper, by weight, at least balanced. However, it was uncomfortable to carry, difficult to steer, and impossible to shift. After a little fiddling and a couple false starts, I was on my way. It's only a half mile on Perry Highway, maybe five minutes, and once underway I was fairly stable.
Practice, practice. I'll hook up a basket and try it again. It can only get easier from here on out. But as I said before, it can be done.