I made my first run to Publix this morning on my single geared bicycle, because sometimes you need more then the local Dollar General can provide.
It's about a ten city block flat ride, with three busy high speed streets along the way. Just getting there was a chore, wondering how I was going to get everything back.
I bought two chocolate ice cream tubs, two shredded wheat boxes, a quart of whole milk, three packages of fresh raspberries, a double roll of paper towels, and a four pack of tp.
When I got the stuff back to my bike, I combined a few things and put two plastic bags on each handle bar, up at the base of the hand grips. The paper goods I attached to my seat by tying the bag handles around it, and set them on the rack in the back. Man, was that stupid, it must be the brain cancer.
There I was on the Publix sidewalk, balanced on the bike with wobbly legs, surrounded by brown plastic bags, and I must have been a sight.
As I took off, looking for an entrance to the parking lot and a way out to the street, my bag contraption holding the paper products behind me, fell apart. They got tangled up in the rear wheel, I almost fell over, while the paper towels and tp went rolling on the sidewalk.
You know what? I think I'm two old for this shit. With the help of a stranger walking by, I managed to merge the paper products into the layout in front of me, and took off again.
Somehow I made it home without dropping anything, have a bag break, get hit by a speeding car, or fall over.
The next time Shelby asks me if I need a ride to Publix for supplies, I'm saying yes.
