Over the weekend I got Don to do some basket swapping for me, finally making good on the suggestions given by Velouria, as per her recommendations on carrying cargo on the Pashley back when she was still rocking that hunter green princess sovereign.
My handlebar-mounted wicker basket and I have had many beautiful years together. It has safely housed my hand bag, books, coffee, dog, and groceries time and time again. I love that thing, but the metal prongs are starting to eat through the wicker. It's remaining life is limited. Also, after years of riding, I am discovering that I prefer weight on the back of my bicycle, and lower down.
Don't get me wrong, it's perfectly fine to ride with weight up front and higher up (you become accustomed to it, like anything else).
My basket just needed to be retired, and I'm excited about nimble handling without the weight up front.
In other "cargo" related news, I also finally got around to getting some pregnant Miss Sarah photos taken of me and the bike! I am horrible at self-photography. My arms are short, and up until recently it's been too cold to stand around outside fiddling with the camera.
I sort of forgot how to stand around with the bike. Especially now that it doesn't have a basket. I used to always hold the handlebars on either side by the grips. Now I am one of those one-handed, middle-grab people.
It's a blessing that all my shoes still fit.
Also, check out that scar on my left leg! It's a persistent thing, leftover from last year's epic tumble (or the more exciting reference being the "fabulous dismount")
Riding a bike while pregnant... is just like riding a bike.
I love the new handling! It's probably psychological, but the bike actually feels significantly more nimble, lighter, and looks pretty badass. Now that the basket isn't in the way, the range of light that my front lamp casts has also increased. I love it!
Only other thing I want to deal with now is how unruly my brake cables look. It's picky, I know.
We were super lucky to go see Edmonton Opera's premiere of Beethoven's only opera, Fidelio. I totally forgot that he had even written one! I was figuring it would be mighty and thick, being about war and sung in German.
Turns out I was totally wrong. Beethoven doesn't write "thick" music (I was thinking Wagnerian, which is a totally unfair comparison). It was super beautiful. I don't know how long it's been since I have enjoyed an overture (of all things) so much.
Bicycle modifications, continued pregnancy, and a little culture. That's Saturday night with Miss Sarah.