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  • I remember once carrying a suit bag from Charring Cross to my house. Not at all heavy, no, but a right pain in the arse. Its wide surface area made it flap about in the breeze like nobody's business. I'll the way home I was thinking, "That bag is going to end up in my front wheel". I managed to make it through town without incident, only for the bag to become tangled up in my spokes as I neared my back door, at which point I went over the handlebars, chinned the ground, and cut my face.

    I'm also reminded of recently carrying a shitload of books in a big bag, to Oxfam, but that's all there is to that story.

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