I recently scored a smokin’ deal on some telemark skis on craigslist. Because I harbor a special guilt about my addiction to making turns (pretty much the only reason we own a car is for getting to the ski hills, and I don’t even want to think about the massive carbon footprint of the ski industry), I sure wasn’t going to drive to SoBa to pick up the planks. And really, why would I even be tempted? It was a lovely spring day and I own a bike with cargo capacity to spare. I rode to Ballard, bought the skis, strapped them to the Xtracycle and rode home. All in the same or less time than it would have taken by car.
No biggie, right?
Then how come the comments and attention from other trail users made me feel like I was giving Paris Hilton a lift on the snapdeck? These new skis are good looking, but it’s not like they forgot their underpants or starred in their own amateur adult video or anything.
Mostly I find it amusing that no one would bat an eye if I was carrying the skis on a car; the act of transporting the same cargo via bike is seen as nutty. If you are reading this blog, you know that a loaded bike is precisely not nutty. The skis or groceries, or beer, or compost, or furniture, or just a laptop and a briefcase —heck, even Paris Hilton on the snapdeck —they are all doable if you choose to make it so.
You just gotta get out and ride.