Flashes of Panic

For all the un-autumny weather we’ve had this fall, I’ve been lucky in that I’ve only had to drive to campus (rather than walking or biking) twice. I’ve even done a fair number of my errands by bike. However, I discovered today that I can’t really do spur of the moment grocery runs on the bike; I need plenty of carrier space, and improvising only gets me so far. Yes, that’s Doc Bronner’s soap in my bottle cage. Fortunately, I wasn’t so overloaded that I needed to put a frozen burrito in the other one. Good thing I don’t need fluids on these short-haul rides.

When I run out of cargo space, I wrap my coiled cable lock around my left arm. It hangs there pretty comfortably, but it also makes my arm into a small mace, what with the heavy lock and all.

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