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How does one carry ones wine, corkscrew, and glasses if travelling light?
How does one carry ones wine, corkscrew, and glasses if travelling light?
Simple, ones butler follows on the cargo bike.
As I rarely have access to motorized backup if things go pear shaped, I do prefer to be primed for all kinds of eventualities.
About a month ago I started riding my fixed again and I certainly miss the bar bag.Completely with you, and while I absolutely will ride my road bike with minimal kit on a guaranteed nice day, for every other occasion I'm that guy that goes out on a bike with a rack, a pannier with a waterproof and all the repair bits, and a bar bag for everything I want to hand. Once i ride my bikes that don't have a bar bag I realise just how lovely it is to have one in front of you.
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What appalls me is the idea that these "wives" have nothing better to do on a nice sunny day!
I call that "The phonecall of shame".
Sometimes it's impossible to effect a repair on the roadside even with tools, I'm undecided on whether it's shameful or not to ring for assistance or whether walking to the nearest train station is appropriate.Absolutely, it's arrogant and highly inconsiderate to consider other halves as emergency rescue services just waiting on standby because a man (if you can call him that) is too vain to carry anything that might spoil the aesthetics of his latest fancy carbon road bike, or too much of a weight weeny pussy to add a pound or so of self-aid tools because he spent a couple of extra grand just to lose a pound off the bike and doesn't want to add it back on again.
Real men sort their own shoot out when something happens, they don't just stand there looking helpless whilst the long suffering OH is summoned away from what they were probably enjoying, just to come out and retrieve some unprepared gormless idiot who never thought he would ever get a flat tyre.
Sometimes it's impossible to effect a repair on the roadside even with tools, I'm undecided on whether it's shameful or not to ring for assistance or whether walking to the nearest train station is appropriate.
It's happened to me twice, both times a rear QR snapped - the first time I made the call of shame the second a 4 mile walk to the train station.
Absolutely, it's arrogant and highly inconsiderate to consider other halves as emergency rescue services just waiting on standby because a man (if you can call him that) is too vain to carry anything that might spoil the aesthetics of his latest fancy carbon road bike, or too much of a weight weeny pussy to add a pound or so of self-aid tools because he spent a couple of extra grand just to lose a pound off the bike and doesn't want to add it back on again.
Real men sort their own shoot out when something happens, they don't just stand there looking helpless whilst the long suffering OH is summoned away from what they were probably enjoying, just to come out and retrieve some unprepared gormless idiot who never thought he would ever get a flat tyre.