Before the winter set in here I took my (now) 2 year old to the supermarket in the bike-trailer. When i arrived the bike farcility was up on end and leant against the wall, so i parked the bike and trailer in the only available parking space. It is to my greatest disappointment that i didn't get a photo. Still regret it now, months later. It fitted perfectly lengthwise, and there was good room to dismount, swinging my lankey legs up and around in the air with gay abandon. If you could picture that. No need to lock it up, of course ...this is Norway, and not the land of thieving magpies i left behind. (Please remember my early influences were forged in Salford and Fallowfield).
The bike i use for shopping (what i call my knocking-about-on bike) was rescued from a skip outside the block. A neighbour, a regular (fine-weather) cycle-commuter was admiring my newish car last week. He'd given his car up a couple of years ago as it costs a fortune to run one (here in Norway, much more than in UK). He said the worst thing was shopping. He would often have to make two trips for the one shop. He's a fit fella of thirtyish, but i can empathise. So i said he could use my/the shopping bike and trailer whenever he wanted. I'm often in the car these days because of the job (i hate it, applying for a job twice a month, begrenset utvalg, blahdy blah). And he was like "I can't just use that. It's all shiny and new. What if it gets nicked?" And I was like "It's your bloody bike, knobend!"
He didn't get the 'knobend' bit, being a Noggins. But he is borrowing my Ice Spikers for the rest of the season. I'm a Marathon Winter man meself.