Carrying a heavy burden...

she's a crap kisser too, all cold and tastes of sprouts

she's a crap kisser too, all cold and tastes of sprouts

Keep talking, dude....

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Would you happen to have a picture of this?

Not as good as Ed's pic, but 5 miles on trail, on Brompton, with this on my back was interesting.

Bringing a rug home from Habitat:

Hm, I didn't take a picture, but Fox will be able to remember me picking up a CD stack from him with my bike. I've done that lots, even with heavier and more unwieldy furniture, including a fridge, a half-height bookcase (assembled), a full-height bookcase flatpack (not assembled as mention of the flatpack would indicate), and various chairs. Somehow it's always worked out and I didn't even need anyone else to help me balance the bike. The main thing is obviously using the strength of the bike to support the weight, and the rest is pretty easy.

Now THAT'S how you keep people from trying to edge up on you!

Hm, I didn't take a picture, but Fox will be able to remember me picking up a CD stack from him with my bike.

True dat.

pffffffffft, you lot, wouldnt catch me bragging about carrying shit around on bikes.
nothing a good bit of gaffer cant hold.

its not much, but cycling through central london with skis on my shoulder mid summer is one of my favorite things I've ever carried on a bike.

I tied a 6 pack of 6 foot length wood to my crossbar to take home from Catford Homebase to Lee. Not easy - strange steering orientation (oil tankerish I suppose).
I felt no need to take a picture of this though.

Is that a stack of CDs or a a thing to stack CDs in?

A thing to stack CDs in.

its not much, but cycling through central london with skis on my shoulder mid summer is one of my favorite things I've ever carried on a bike.

You only have one shoulder? Way to go as a physiologist, I reckon. ;)

A thing to stack CDs in.

a CD rack, perhaps?

a CD rack, perhaps?

Your obsession with what it was that Schick was carrying borders on an OCD rack...

a CD rack, perhaps?

This is it:

http://www.lfgss.com/thread44856.html

I didn't want to call it a 'tower' and I don't like it when people use the word 'shelf' in the singular for a bookcase-type piece of furniture. 'CD case' wouldn't have worked, either. So I felt that 'CD stack' was the least worst option.

Your obsession with what it was that Schick was carrying borders on an OCD rack...

Oh, she has an obsession with jaylooing, too.

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.

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.

In German, there's a good saying for that: "Kurz vorm Klosett in die Hose."

Let's see what people come up with from Google Translate for that one.

In an effort to impress my new rowing club with feats of strength i cycled 40kg of dumbells 4 miles up hill to the boathouse.
i weigh 60kg. Arrived and had to play it triple cool. Despite having to nip out the back and throw up my guts. Got in the top boat though.

In German, there's a good saying for that: "Kurz vorm Klosett in die Hose."

Let's see what people come up with from Google Translate for that one.

Shortly before the lavatory into the pair of pants.

Or, shit happens.

unicycle 12 miles on my back. It hurt a lot.

heavy burden?? my arse

now the puss Clivo carried around in his arse...that was a burden

Shortly before the lavatory into the pair of pants.

Or, shit happens.

Not bad. It's not quite 'shit happens', but rather 'you fail just before you reach the loo'.

south london to north london with a 30 metre extension reel strapped to my bag and this folded gazebo under my arm.