Philadelphia. Bagmaker-in-training. Obsessed with backpacks and messenger bags.
Let me tell you about the time I carried 24 liters of Trader Joe’s carbonated water a mile on my bike.
This is the route I took:
The cashier who rang me out wasn’t even convinced I’d fit it all in my bag. I suspect her confidence wasn’t boosted by seeing me carry six of the bottles out of the store in my arms because my bag was full.
Guess I showed her (ow my back).
The ride home wasn’t too bad, or at least it wouldn’t have been if I could’ve 1. done it without stopping 3 times and 2. seen behind me. Let me tell you, riding on Philadelphia streets without being able to see behind you is terrifying.
The hardest part of all this was lugging it up three flights of steps to my apartment once I got home.
A side view of the bag after my arrival. You’ll notice the velcro at the top just barely doesn’t close.
And the fruits of my labor.
(NOTE: I’ve since switched over to a SodaStream because I drink seltzer like it was er…water… and I realized I DON’T LIKE DESTROYING THE ENVIRONMENT.)
In conclusion: thank you, Timbuk2, for not making a large Hemlock. Because if you had, I might have tried to fill that and probably would not have survived the attempt.