About racks
A change in routine today. After acceding to a request for “a lift”, the back seat of the car was rearranged, to make one more seat available. And then, off to town, with someone new in the conversation equation. Akin to adding spice to a familiar soup; within the hour we were downtown and ready to rumble.
Or eat. I had received directions to a new donair source, and that was all I needed. Yes, the presentation was different, but the flavours were there. A good break from eating fish.
Our shopping list for the afternoon was all about accessories. The new bike, as yet unseen, needs its own stuff. A helmet, to fit the safety and legal requirements. A lock, however humble, to slow the eventual thief down. A bike rack, because there is not enough room in the back seat to handle delivery, even if the wheels are removed . A new coat. The hardest thing to find was the rack.
At Canadian Tire, an absence of staff and too many open cartons left me unwilling to commit. The sports store across the way had three SKU, but the girl knew coats on racks, not racks. Walmart doesn’t do that. Finally, an upscale sporting goods shop had racks, knowledgeable staff and a reasonable price point. Sold.
This was an afternoon with an open invitation to visit with extended family, and so we made the plunge. Enough cars and people on side to allow us to get in and out without recourse to secret family passphrases. Actually, it was fun to see “lost cousins” and feed a skeeter or three before retreating to the safety of our tent.
