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I borrowed a cargo bike and I drove it to IKEA, I’m pretty sure you drive a cargo bike, and don’t ride one..
At first. It felt unstable as fuck, because I only ever ride fixies. I had some initial problems on the way to IKEA. It was actually scary and I thought something was wrong with the bike.
My head could not get round the fact I only need to steer using the handlebars and I don’t have to use my bodyweight due to the bicycle actually being a tricycle. A couple times I accidentally ended up steering very sharply left when I wanted to go forward due to to trying to shift my body weight to stay balance and some kind of countersteering fuckery. It feels more like riding a boat than riding a bicycle. Doing big turns also felt scary as fuck.
Once I loaded up the cargo bike with shit from ikea (18kg matress, new bedsheets and covers), the bike felt steady as a rock, to the point that it felt steady as a rock, leaning the matress against the handlebars helped probally.
I rode a little bit after than without a load and it felt normal, so it was all in my head I guess..
So it turns out riding a cargo bike is actually a skill,I wouldnt say I mastered it, but I now feel competent.
It felt really nice having a completely straight back, I wore a cashmere coat, some nice pants and boots because I didn’t want to look like I’m too stupid or poor to drive a car (which is the case).
I got the I impression that cars respected me more because they knew that I can fuck their shit up, probally just imaging it.
I also realised why a lot of people hate cyclists.a few times, they overtook be really closely and they didn’t realise how close to death they were.
I’m moving apartment on Friday and I’ve booked an actual longboi cargo bike (with 2 wheels). I hope, that I don’t die. I’m glad I don’t own any furniture.
