Even the milk-crate-less-bike draws the drinkers
Here is a bike. Beside it sit some boxes waiting for pick-up. In front of those boxes is an empty vodka bottle. If there were a milk crate on the back of the bike, the vodka bottle would be inside of it. This is a sad day for the milk crate, which is currently lying, overturned, in the corner of a room.
Milk crate blog goes on hiatus
So this post may be a little on the superfluous side -- really, how many people are reading about the milk crate who aren't also in communication with me semi-regularly and aware of events that befall me and my bicycle? -- but it's being written anyway.
The milk crate is currently inside, as the bike needs some work done and the sidewalk in winter is not really the greatest place to do this. (Not to mention the fact that this work gets done sporadically and involves much swearing and frustration. The high schoolers across the road really don't need to see any more of that.) I really don't think people are in the habit of breaking into apartments to deposit their refuse in milk crates, so there will be a lack of updates for a little while.
And of course, after the bike eventually returns to the great outdoors, there's no guarantee that anything worth noting will appear right away. But be patient friends. Be patient.
This post has little to do with milk crates.
But it is somewhat related, as it has to do with the malicious vandalism that recently befell my extremely neglected, rusted bicycle.
If you scroll down to the first post of this blog, you will see a picture of the bike in more or less its entirety. Pay close attention to the top of the right handlebar. You should see what looks kind of like a ladybug. That was what my bell
used to look like. The above photo gives a very clear idea of what it looks like now. There is no cute (some might even be tempted to say whimsical) ladybug covering.
Someone has stolen the ladybug bit. Someone has stolen the ladybug bit and I can't understand why.
