i needed to bring a broom from my house to the studio; it laid laterally across the top tube, the bristles comfortably nestled between my panniers on the rear rack. a bungee cord wrapped thrice around it kept it in place, but i kept knocking into it with my knees.

i had to straddle it, like i was riding a broomstick, like a witch. pedestrians stared.

this was not the strangest thing i've carried by bicycle.

12 March 2018 18:51

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