Perhaps riding over to the south side of our city on the one bike I had in front of me with its slick tires was not the best choice. I see couriers riding around on skinny road tires and my slicks are at least twice as wide...so with my broad wheels, I should have no trouble negotiating the snow.
Recently, we've had as much snow in a day than we usually receive in a month and our wide streets have become narrow snow encrusted lanes. I knew I was in trouble within a block of my departure point. The bike was bucking and slipping on the road so I opted out for the sidewalk which meant my short ride to the store was going to be lengthened considerably.
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When she asked for carrots, I imagined one of those bunches you see in the vegetable aisle.
It wasn't until I got to the store that I re-listened to her phone message and realised that when she said she wanted carrots, she was talking about a twenty five pound bag of that orange vegetable.
The lemons filled a small bag and the apples I stuffed into two more bags and they would all fit in my two saddlebags. But twelve and a half kilos of orange produce? Was I going to end up like one of those pictures you see every now and then of an overloaded bike?
My father used to say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions and I've been meaning for over a year to make a cobra-knotted lanyard for my bike for just an emergency like this.