Ah, that's the way, Patriot

I rode my bike to lunch with a friend this afternoon. In addition to catching up, we had ulterior motives. We had each come across highly sought seasonal beers that the other likes, so we were trading. I was pretty pleased to have received a Rivendell shipment yesterday that had just the right size box and packing materials to travel with his half six-pack. And, tied down with John's Irish Strap, the box was firmly affixed to my rear rack.

My trip across the Triangle with beer strapped to my bike reminded me of this wonderful Erroll Morris commercial from a few years ago. I love the implicit messages in this commercial as much as the explicit.