Utility Cycling - Question, with prologue

Be it known that, when in the course of human events, after having long sought a suitable used baby jogger/stroller, the wheels and assorted parts from which to build a practicable bicycle cargo trailer, should one set out for an appointment to purchase a particularly good bargain of such a stroller, on the other side of Awbrey Butte, deciding that such said trip could just as well, and why not, it being a gloriously fine day, be done by bicycle, and proceeding forthwith and confidently straight over the top but with an unrealistically short timeframe within which to make said appointment, thereby being late, gasping, coughing up a buttock and embarrassed at one's pathetic level of fitness, due in no small part to the lamentable hibernal pud packet currently supplanting one's abs which have somehow sconded, but returning to the point, having had the foresight to have arranged to attach said stroller to said bike by, if one says so oneself, very clever means, of rack, a wheel truing stand, zip-ties and a wee bit of rope, but also having taken the precaution of bringing along extra tools and some nuts and bolts, which indeed were necessary and useful to properly secure the stroller, aforementioned clever means proving insufficient, and if one says so oneself, not all that clever after all, and having then set off happily back over and down the butte towing said stroller but riding cautiously and avoiding bumps and holes in the road, nonetheless one can hit one of said bumps and with a breeze in the ears, not to mention the years in the ears, not hear said baby stroller bouncing like a puppy on crack until snap!, aforementioned rack, sacre bleu! and son of a biscuit!, breaks, breaks!, I say, in a manner utterly unexperienced in one's past, to wit, both! support legs, mid-femoral, as it were, and despite later investigation revealing, to one's all too familiar chagrin at having overlooked such a thing, the heat of battle notwithstanding, that said legs had in fact not broken at all but were manufactured mystifyingly multi-part and telescopic in nature and had merely pogoed apart in near coital abandon, if you like, one will then spend ten minutes unbolting and disentangling subsequent mess in full view and under suspected disparaging and judgemental glare of drivers unaware there is no baby actually aboard, or perhaps thinking it is the John Wayne of babies, "Just a flesh wound, Pilgrim", and one will thence proceed embarassedly to walk thereupon, home, with stroller in one hand and bike in the other and sundry loose bits in one's backpack, thinking the while to oneself of cowboy movies seen, wherein jaunty buckaroos sally forth a-horse and endure the shame in ensuing events having rendered them, tragically, afoot.

But it is an awesome little stroller, with lots of potential for a bike trailer.

The question: Trailers being light, and sometimes towed empty, is wild bouncing an inherent problem? I would hope to be able to pedal at speed whenever possible, and not stress about a repeat performance.

I was going to suggest paragraphs, but I see it is one sentence.

I was going to suggest paragraphs, but I see it is one sentence.

Yeah, me to. :notamused:

I like it! Long, unnecessary convoluted, and an absolute joy to read!

Grammar* aside, trailers are indeed known for bouncing when empty, though generally less so on bicycles than motor vehicles. Never having built one myself, I can't offer any sensible suggestions, but if you make it out of cast iron, it will never be light enough to bounce.


*Little Johnny hears the doorbell ringing, so he goes to answer it. The man standing on the doorstep says to little Johnny "Where is your mother?" to which little Johnny replies "She ain't in."

The man then asks "Where is your father?"

Little Johnny replies " 'E ain't in neither"

The man, affronted, asks little Johnny "Young man, where is your grammar?"

Unfazed, Johnny replies "She's in the front room watchin' telly."

My apologies to anyone whose patience was tried by that sentence, blame it on too much HBO John Adams. It's amazing to me that people could speak so complicatedly and extemporaneously, but even more that other people could understand it in real time. Commas are killers of clarity, but they are fun.

As for 'grammar', this was told to me in an ealier less politically correct time, as an Appalachian reading exercise:

Boy: M r puppies.

Girl: M r not puppies.

Boy: M r 2 puppies, c m p n?

Girl: L i b, m r puppies.

My apologies to anyone whose patience was tried by that sentence, blame it on too much HBO John Adams. It's amazing to me that people could speak so complicatedly and extemporaneously, but even more that other people could understand it in real time. Commas are killers of clarity, but they are fun.

As for 'grammar', this was told to me in an ealier less politically correct time, as an Appalachian reading exercise:

Boy: M r puppies.

Girl: M r not puppies.

Boy: M r 2 puppies, c m p n?

Girl: L i b, m r puppies.

How about a Newfounland variant

Man: Mr duks

Other man: Mr knot

Man: Mr sew. cedar wings?

Other man: Whale oil beef hooked. Mr duks.

I have done over 30mph, and the trailer did bounce but not enough to cause any concern.

Beef hooked! Excellent! Also practically a quote from Deadwood, could be my new nom de plume.

Encouraging to hear trailer bouncing may not be as lively/catastrophic as what I experienced. I think the problem was the jogger is only about 20 inches wide and weighs nearly nothing, the trailer will be more like 28 or 30 inches and unavoidably heavier, also mounted low and not bobbing off the end of a bike rack.

Beef hooked! Excellent! Also practically a quote from Deadwood, could be my new nom de plume.
It's even better if read aloud with a Newfie accent.

Picking on the Newfies not nice.....the land of flipper (seal that is) and Screech.

Of course in Montana you pick on North Dakotans, in North Dakota you pick on the swedes and if memory serves in Alberta it was pick on Ukrainians....if all the newfie jokes were told.

Picking on the Newfies not nice.....the land of flipper (seal that is) and Screech.

Of course in Montana you pick on North Dakotans, in North Dakota you pick on the swedes and if memory serves in Alberta it was pick on Ukrainians....if all the newfie jokes were told.

Not picking on Newfies at all. I have had the great pleasure of knowing, and working with many Newfies, and I can tell you, they are among my favorite groups of people. Without exception, they have all posessed a wry wit, and a tremendous ability to laugh at themselves. They really are the salt of the earth.

Not picking on Newfies at all. I have had the great pleasure of knowing, and working with many Newfies, and I can tell you, they are among my favorite groups of people. Without exception, they have all posessed a wry wit, and a tremendous ability to laugh at themselves. They really are the salt of the earth.

Meant nicely....... I spent a lot of time in St. Johns in a past life (looking for Icebergs with the Coast Guard) and the Newfies are a really unique lot and wonderful people.