Then there are days like today (or) nothing like a heavy sack around your neck to bring you back down to reality

Boy was I wishing it were only a metaphorical heavy sack but instead I found myself literally heavily laden with permits and the junk the day required in what I have deemed the most poorly designed yet well constructed messenger bag ever from our left coast friends at Freight Baggage who apparently manage to messenger without ever varying the volume of the payload in their bag so have no need of on the fly adjustment of the shoulder straps and have highly developed calusses on their rib cage that keep them from ever chafing at the ill placed strap attachments, no way I would have put up with another minute of this had I not been getting paid for it. God I miss my broken in old Bailey Works, if only you were still waterproof we wouldn’t have had to part.  Mostly I am wishing for a two strap back pack style bag so I don’t have to undo all the hard earned realignment I had at Yoga the second I have to get out to Trader Joe’s for supplies.  Either way it had to be done and maybe i’m a little stronger/crookeder for it.  Getting paid is probably the only thing that would have gotten me pedaling today, getting paid or fetching my phone from the bike shop in Wellesly where it was forgotten while in a blissed out state of riding nirvana that seems like a distant memory already. Though it was indeed only yesterday that I forgot my phone at the bike shop at the top of the hill in Wellesley and I did have to get back on the bike after a crap day of windy loaded pedaling  to go and get it, and I did have to bring the bag along because I was due for a trip to Trader Joe’s for fuel and a heavily laden spine skewing  final stretch home.  Seeing the woman that I’ve dreamed of for the better part of the last decade looking radiant since dispensing with the complications and disappointments that my messy life brought upon her while I was lucky enough to be with her was the icing on Today’s cake.

Tomorrow’s another day, I’ll strap the bag on and ride and hope it feels a little lighter.

Anyone want a really stylish, bomb proof bag for a great price,  I’m looking to unload a  super cool  high street cred freight baggage to get the down payment on a proper Bailey backpack.

About mbudd

My name is Matt Budd. I am an athlete, engineer, and citizen of Massachusetts. I can build you a bike that will meet your functional expectation of it whatever that may be but I can't do it for free.
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