I feel sorry for my Brooks rusksack right now. I’m heading up to Brisbane with Angelina Russo to lead some workshops for the Queensland Museum who are currently showing Dan Oakman’s Freewheeling Australia exhibition—that includes some of my work, yippee! But back Brooks rucksack: it is being cuckolded by my new suit bag with straps so you can carry it while riding a push bike.
There are few things that drive women so crazy as tailored suits (never buy off the rack), Italian leather shoes, and big arse asymmetrical bags that they could never carry themselves.
Like two other great things for world cycling—Richie Porte and myself—the company making these bags is based here in Tasmania. They’re mixing light blue and grey as I am with with my graphics these days—in my case the inspiration is the blue of Copenhagen’s cycle tracks. And the bag design is perfectly worked out for yuppies like us who travel on planes with our iPhones, Mac Airs and our Bromptons.
It looks like my suit will be getting more wear.