Bet you can't guess where I am :
J and I did a bunch of cleaning before a recent (lovely!) visit from A2. As part of this, we revisited our need to get rid of the crappy green thrift store suitcase that I bought (on a trip with A2!) at a thrift store in Denver for $7. It served its purpose then, which was getting a bunch of bike stuff back to Atlanta, but, well, it kinda didn't roll.
So we filled it up with a bunch of other stuff we needed to donate, and did the logical thing: strapped it to the back of my bike. J and I then rode to the always miserable Lenox Square Mall, only to find that the Goodwill collection trailer that used to live in a parking lot behind the mall is gone. No indication on the website, no signage in the lot.
We call to confirm the other collection center still exists. J goes into the mall to scout out replacement suitcases (we're really picky: we want a hardside 19" or 20" spinner that will absolutely fit in overhead bins. When you fly as much as we do, it's nice to be able to predict your suitcase will absolutely fit.)
I ride three miles up Peachtree Road to the new Costco location which is, inexplicably, located within a couple miles of the other two Costcos in Atlanta, all three of the min the northern suburbs.
The only notable thing on the ride was some pedestrian who, as I rode by, offered the unsolicited advice "get your ass out of the road." Thanks, asshole. Maybe next time. Or not.
I then get to the brand new, just constructed, built to suit Costco, to find that it has NO BICYCLE RACKS. Fail. Serious, serious fail. So I lock my bike to a pole. Inside, I find a suitcase that is basically perfect, for $50. I buy it, and to the significant amusement of the woman marking receipts at the door who sees my bike helmet, proceed to strap it to the top of my bike.
Here's the story (were you getting bored yet?) So I get back to Lenox Square, and we still have to ride about seven miles back down Peachtree Road, then a couple miles up Collier Road, to get to the Goodwill donation center that is actually open. How are we going to manage this, you wonder? Here's how:
Ohhhhh, yeah. Sitba kicks ass. Even the three cars engaging in a loud and reckless illegal street race on Peachtree Road near Piedmont Hospital gave me wide berth with this.
J and I did a bunch of cleaning before a recent (lovely!) visit from A2. As part of this, we revisited our need to get rid of the crappy green thrift store suitcase that I bought (on a trip with A2!) at a thrift store in Denver for $7. It served its purpose then, which was getting a bunch of bike stuff back to Atlanta, but, well, it kinda didn't roll.So we filled it up with a bunch of other stuff we needed to donate, and did the logical thing: strapped it to the back of my bike. J and I then rode to the always miserable Lenox Square Mall, only to find that the Goodwill collection trailer that used to live in a parking lot behind the mall is gone. No indication on the website, no signage in the lot.
We call to confirm the other collection center still exists. J goes into the mall to scout out replacement suitcases (we're really picky: we want a hardside 19" or 20" spinner that will absolutely fit in overhead bins. When you fly as much as we do, it's nice to be able to predict your suitcase will absolutely fit.)
I ride three miles up Peachtree Road to the new Costco location which is, inexplicably, located within a couple miles of the other two Costcos in Atlanta, all three of the min the northern suburbs.
The only notable thing on the ride was some pedestrian who, as I rode by, offered the unsolicited advice "get your ass out of the road." Thanks, asshole. Maybe next time. Or not.
I then get to the brand new, just constructed, built to suit Costco, to find that it has NO BICYCLE RACKS. Fail. Serious, serious fail. So I lock my bike to a pole. Inside, I find a suitcase that is basically perfect, for $50. I buy it, and to the significant amusement of the woman marking receipts at the door who sees my bike helmet, proceed to strap it to the top of my bike.
Here's the story (were you getting bored yet?) So I get back to Lenox Square, and we still have to ride about seven miles back down Peachtree Road, then a couple miles up Collier Road, to get to the Goodwill donation center that is actually open. How are we going to manage this, you wonder? Here's how:
Ohhhhh, yeah. Sitba kicks ass. Even the three cars engaging in a loud and reckless illegal street race on Peachtree Road near Piedmont Hospital gave me wide berth with this.
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