And it is some pot, let me tell you. High quality. About four bills worth of pot. And the crazy part is, the guy I got the pot from is a cop.
I rode over to his house and picked it up today. I could have gone by car, but I guess Corinna infected me with this desire to prove that bicycles are more versatile transportation than most folks give them credit for. Cars have their place, sure, and even trucks. I didn't, for instance, try to get the deep freeze Jamie and Melissa gave us from Independence to KCK by bike. It's probably possible with a trailer of some sort, but it'd be a stretch to say it's practical.
This pot I was getting from a cop only had to come three miles and it's not heavy, just bulky. It took a minute to get it tied down, sure, but once it was there it was no big burden getting it home.
It was too beautiful a day out to stop with hauling a 15 gallon brew pot. I made an egg run (including surprising the folks I get my eggs from by carting around 50 empty egg cartons out to them on the bike and hit Wal-Mart for both groceries and 15 yellow t-shirts to imprint for an event Corinna has this week.
28 miles for the day, nothing epic. The weather today would have been ideal for a century or more, but then I had other stuff to do.
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