Old Fools Journal: Tropical Storm Lee has moved on. There will be another along soon.
We've dried out a little so I made a little trip to the general store to pick up some paper work. Not very heavy but both saddlebags are maxed out with cat food, dog food, paper towels, napkins, etc. The important stuff is on the top of the rack. This bike makes shopping for volume products easy.
The pump is essential as I have flats riding in the broken glass the locals keep the roads supplied with by throwing beer bottles and ramming each other.
This is my favorite bell. You see it here in the stealth mode.
When it's down like this it quietly dings as I ride making most zombies aware of my presence which is no problem since they detect no noticeable brain in my head. When I shake it with my thumb even the deaf hear it. Never mind the rust it's just another color in this wet country.
I consider this type bell as minimal but it works and came on my folder.
This is a little fancier and is cute but the compass is only good for telling where the steel handlebar is. That would be handy if I ever lost it. The direction it's pointing is south. It rings so it's good enough.