Silly piwonka! Just get a fork and a rack and take it from there. You're mixing all-lower-caps no-first-name no-second-name austin-tx improvisation-style stylishness with "OMG RACK MUST BE STRICTLY AND RIGIDLY INTEGRATED WITH FORK TO AVOID URBAN CATASTROPHE" anality. The former is more charming. Get a fork and a rack and tell us about the cool thrift store way down in Houston that you biked to spontaneously in order to get two panniers' worth of compressed stuffed animals at a dollar a bag, and leave off with the unattractive stoner-engineer "around the city" welded-integration rigidity anxiety.