Today in my milk crate...

This is the end, my only friend, the end

Bike mechanics the city over must have known this day was an inevitability. All high and mighty with their mechanical know-how, they would have understood that the milk crate tricks the bicyclist into thinking that her rear rack can bear much more weight than physics will allow.

So what happens to the poor rear rack, after a year of overburdening? It breaks at one of the joints, and because it's made of aluminum, no skilled sauterer can fix the crack. As a result of this foundational flaw, the weight of the milk crate causes one side of the rack to rub against the tire, operating as a really low-functioning (but slowing and irritating nonetheless) brake.

To solve this problem, our heroine removes the milk crate for good, leaving it beside the dumpster outside a friend's apartment in uptown Toronto.

No more milk crate surprises; no more hilarious trash. Farewell, dear readers. Thank you for reading, and may you continue to check in the milk crates of other bicycles around town to further document this phenomenon.

posted by c. @ 11:53:00 p.m.