Sunday, May 23, 2010

Six Bags Full

As I was rolling into the parking lot at Lowe’s, some guy asked me how many 2x4’s I could carry on my Haulin’ Colin bike trailer. I answered, “As many as I can haul,” which, I guess, might be construed as circular reasoning, but what I meant was: there’s no limit, really, to how much you can fit in the trailer, just as long as you can still pedal forward with your load in tow.

In any case, I think I pretty much reached my upper boundary with the six bags of compost I brought home. I reckon that was about 200lbs of payload, not really a problem on flat ground, but mighty tough sledding going up Martin Luther King Boulevard from the hardware/lawn and garden store.

Still, I made it, and more to the point, the trailer performed admirably, rolling smoothly and with all the stability of a centipede. Even though I was huffing and puffing up the street, my two-wheeled friend behind me carried on without complaint. And when I got to enjoy the little downhill right before pulling into my back alley, I was able to completely let go and fly, confident that the cart would remain safely behind the horse where it belonged.

The clerks at Lowe’s got a kick out of watching me pedal away; “Good luck on your ride,” said one of them, laughing. And the day-laborer dudes hanging out looking for work by the store driveway’s entrance were all jealous that they didn’t have a rig like mine—at least that’s how I interpreted all their pointing and grinning.

The trailer doubled as a wheelbarrow when I got home; I was able to roll it up right next to our garden and pour the bags into our raised beds without having to lug them through the yard.

Try doing that with your pickup truck!

Once again, the Haulin’ Colin trailer saves not just the world, but your back, as well!

Trailer Love

I bought a new printer from Fry’s online about two weeks ago; it turned out to be kind of a piece of shit, so I wanted to exchange it for something more like the one we had that we liked until it gave up the ghost after around two years, so I decided to ride my bike down to Renton—13 miles away—and hit up the electronics superstore in person.

Enter the Haulin Colin’ trailer to make that not only possible, but pretty enjoyable, too. Instead of fighting traffic on the 405 Freeway, I enjoyed a fairly leisurely ride along Lake Washington with the old printer safely ensconced on the trailer bed on the way down and the new one strapped securely on the way back. The only headaches, really, were trying to find all the manuals, cables, and software disks that went in the old box and then having to beg and plead a bit with the manager at Fry’s to let me do an exchange in person even though I had purchased the unit on the internet.

Oh, and there was that lady who drove past me on the way home and rolled down her window to tell me that I should “use more caution” when I rode my bike, I think because I didn’t run into the back of a parked car, but rather, swerved around it and maybe a foot or two into her lane as she approached to pass me. Other than that, though, it was trailer love the whole way there and back and only made me more confident that Haulin’ Colin trailers will save the world, or at least a small part of it when I get the first run of 20 back from the powdercoater in about a month and start selling them like hotcakes all over town.

The trailer makes me happy every time I use it; soon others will be able to share the love, too.