My commuting bike is yelling at me to buy one, but, alas, her fender would get in the way. But, why does she want one? Her name is Clyde, short for Clydesdale(*)...and she wants to clip-clop appropriately.



(*) the commuter she replaced was too fragile for my pot hole ridden city. So I replaced that thoroughbred Surly Pacer with a more appropriate hefty custom Waterford with a relaxed geometry and wide rims and tires -- "big feet" on that Clydesdale of a bike.