Thursday, February 25, 2016

The Irony of Thursdays

"This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer.  'I never could get the hang of Thursdays." -Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

I had to replace my Ogio No Drag backpack because after five years of harsh daily abuse the zipper finally gave up the ghost.  Sure I could get it to zip if I was willing to spend twenty minutes struggling and swearing to do so, but who has that kind of time?  The bag served me well through tens of thousands of miles commuting, touring and backroad carving.  It even saw duty on a back country snowmobile trip in Wyoming and made an excellent carry-on.

I came to the No Drag as an anti-backpack motorcyclist.  My belief was always that luggage needs to be strapped to the bike, not rider.  After a few rides with the No Drag, I was a convert.  With my daily commuting essentials, rain suit, bike cover, phone, wallet and other sundry, I was not even aware of having anything on my back.

So when that zipper zipped its last, I knew it would be another Ogio No Drag for me, this time the newer edition Mach 5 (sounds like a disposable razor with too many blades).  I opted for the safety yellow color after a few close calls from idiots who didn't see me at the stop light.  I don't know if the high visibility color will help, only time will tell.

It's the little things in life that make me happy, like having a backpack with a zipper that actually closes, so I was somewhat chuffed getting ready for my Thursday morning commute.  Here comes the irony, with my shiny new No Drag zipped and waiting to be donned, I put on my 4 year old Cortech boots, and the zipper on the left one promptly exploded.  Why does the universe find it necessary to balance itself out always so close to my vicinity?  Yep, it was a Thursday all right.

Shiny new bag with operational zipper

Dirty old boot with DOA zipper


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