So on Friday I was invited to a poker game with some buddies and the general rules was to bring some snacks or booze.
The house is probably like under 10 KM away from my APT and the weather was nice so I'm like mehhh, I'll take the bike.
I whip out my Axio tail bag and attempt to stuff a 6 pack of Moosehead into it.
What do you know? They fit perfectly and the strap that's inside the bag even held the bottles nicely in place. PERFECT! The bag was a little heavy with the bottles but what could go wrong, right?
I set out on my merry way, making sure I ride nice and smooth and avoid any sudden acceleration or braking. It was tough, of course, as the bike was practically begging me to twist my wrist.
Not only that but it's summer, AKA, construction season and several of the roads on my way had stripped pavement and generally looked like something out of a post apocalyptic movie.
After going over the 100th bump while standing up on the pegs, of course, to ensure that the assault on my testicles doesn't rob me of my ability to ever father children, I felt a nice, cool, wet sensation creeping up my shorts. My first thought, was of course that I had **** my pants!
But I quickly realized that the wetness was actually coming out of my tail bag as at least one of the beers in the tail bag exploded.
I sat forward on the seat, sucked it up and got to my destination. Final casualty count? 2 out of 6 beers have met their demise that day. The remaining 4 were also visibly shaken up from the trauma. My friends and I proceeded to drink the remaining 4 in honour of their fallen comrades and I went on to win the poker tournament, dedicating my victory to those brave brews that have given up their alcoholic goodness to the streets that day.
I hope others can read this story and learn before more beers are lost in this way.
The house is probably like under 10 KM away from my APT and the weather was nice so I'm like mehhh, I'll take the bike.
I whip out my Axio tail bag and attempt to stuff a 6 pack of Moosehead into it.
What do you know? They fit perfectly and the strap that's inside the bag even held the bottles nicely in place. PERFECT! The bag was a little heavy with the bottles but what could go wrong, right?
I set out on my merry way, making sure I ride nice and smooth and avoid any sudden acceleration or braking. It was tough, of course, as the bike was practically begging me to twist my wrist.
Not only that but it's summer, AKA, construction season and several of the roads on my way had stripped pavement and generally looked like something out of a post apocalyptic movie.
After going over the 100th bump while standing up on the pegs, of course, to ensure that the assault on my testicles doesn't rob me of my ability to ever father children, I felt a nice, cool, wet sensation creeping up my shorts. My first thought, was of course that I had **** my pants!
But I quickly realized that the wetness was actually coming out of my tail bag as at least one of the beers in the tail bag exploded.
I sat forward on the seat, sucked it up and got to my destination. Final casualty count? 2 out of 6 beers have met their demise that day. The remaining 4 were also visibly shaken up from the trauma. My friends and I proceeded to drink the remaining 4 in honour of their fallen comrades and I went on to win the poker tournament, dedicating my victory to those brave brews that have given up their alcoholic goodness to the streets that day.
I hope others can read this story and learn before more beers are lost in this way.
