Goodbye Lady B

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

It turns out that you weigh so much that you jammed my bike carrier into the front fender, and bent it. That was what all the squeeking was about. The bike was in pain, Lady B. I just can't have that.

So the most important stuff (for example, my mini electronic scale, my GPS, my camera, a smallish knitting project, a pen, my wallet, the alleve.. you know... the stuff I can't live without) is now in a smaller MEC bag that slings across my back. The carrier is for a water bottle, a shirt to change into, and a rain jacket.

I still love you like crazy Lady B. I adore everything about you, but you encourage me to carry too much stuff, and it just has to end for the warm weather. I'm going to keep you at home beside my chair, and the next time I'm going on a field trip.. well, I'm going to load you on up and take you on an excursion. When fall is over and I retire my bike, I'll exchange it for you.

Don't be too sad. It's only a matter of time.

(PS: I rode my bike today, and remembered to sit up straight and tighten my stomach muscles, and take drinks on the way.. so I made it an extra 1/2 block up Home Road before my heart rate quadrupled. Yayyyyy; victory!)