My recent post on Birdchick's spotting scope cargo got me thinking about some of the "precious" and varied things that I've carried with my bicycle. I've hauled groceries for a friend that had a broken leg, part of another friend's vintage hat collection, a sewing machine, dry cleaning, baked goods, empty bottles in exchange for delicious home brew, home brewing equipment/ grains, another bike that needed a ride to the shop, a computer monitor... You get the idea.
But by far the most precious cargo that I've hauled?
In February Sofi was having some health issues and I had to get her to the vet. I don't have a car, and it wasn't an emergency, so I took her on the bus.
This was really traumatizing for both of us.
I had to stick my fingers in her carrier and talk to her to keep her from meowing her head off and freaking herself out too bad. Everyone on the bus was asking me questions about Sofi, and I pretty much ignored them so I could keep talking to my cat. Yup, I was that lady.
For Sofi's follow-up appointment I needed another option besides the bus. It was about 10 degrees out, and the vet is 12 blocks from my house. Hmm...
I securely strapped Sofi's carrier onto the BoB trailer with a bag of cat food for shock-absorption, to weigh down the trailer a little, and because the carrier didn't fit perfectly in the BoB. This photo is of her sister, Sookie, checking out the containment and transport situation.
I rolled slowly, navigating around all the potholes, and taking the lane when possible. It was really cold, so I put a lot of blankets in her carrier, but I kept the front grate clear so she could kind of see what was going on. I was halfway thinking that I might totally traumatize her and she would revert back to the feral scaredy cat that she once was. But what the heck, you never know until you try, right?
She was either completely into it, or her mind was so thoroughly blown by the experience that she didn't have the mental resources to process fear. (I like to think that she really likes bike rides!) Either way, she was completely quiet and calm, even when I unhooked her and carried her into the vet. This is a photo of her begging me with her eyes to let her out of the carrier as we waited to see our (totally awesome) vet. She didn't cry though, and once I took her out she was relatively calm. MIRACULOUS.
Here's a photo of us on our way home. She only cried once, at a red light. =]