…but never posted it.
Months back, who knows where or when, I took a look at my bags. Shit spilling out everywhere, random dirty socks keeping a pit stained shirt company, an unwashed spoon with smears of dried peanut butter chillin’ on some dirty ass surface, my “delicates” flipped inside out for some air cleaning, wads of crumpled CLEAN (probably stolen from noodle joint) toilet paper, towels/wash cloths just hanging from the “cleanest” place, and maps just thrown out everywhere.
I always feel like there is a direct correlation between the state of a cyclist’s mind/heart and the condition of their bags and the contents they contain – or don’t contain.
Waking up this morning, I looked at the corner of this room. I have my entire life strewn about, taking up about 1 meter by 2. Jesus Christ Ellen, pull your shit together. I feel like I can’t find anything, left dirty clothes sitting in a pan of water over night because I decided to pass out with my migraine rather than wash them. And there is that damn dirty peanut butter knife, next to my cooking pot with dried coffee in the bottom. I have no effin clue where my spoon is. Maybe I used it for the crack last night…
Tomorrow, I’m pulling my bike up here and doing some “housecleaning”. Pack those panniers the way they are supposed to be packed/organized and put them on Nelly.