Necessity is the mother of

..Invention, as the adage goes, and of course, it’s true.

I recently had a theft and assault event leave me with a sore hand and my bike panniers being stolen, along with a scuzzy rainjacket and two well used and memorably scuzzy face masks. My bike light too. It’s the masks though, they had special sentimental and religious significance for me.

Needless to say that my brain went into construction mode and I found a company called MyTee who distribute (or manufacture) tarp to trucking companies and as such I can get oceans of my favorite material for .25 what local area dealers were willing to sell me a chunk of it. This is probably a well guarded secret in certain circles..

My brain works in such a way that I dream the final product and I already know what I need, to do it. The digits will come later, I know what I need the thing I’m making, to do; and I deconstruct my idea backwards until I reach a point where my hands catch up to my brain.

Invention had most of the tools I knew I’d need to build a set of panniers and finish up a bunch of other bag ideas that I cut but have been waiting to bond.

I use the industry standard Vinyl seement as ‘muricans calls it. In just gonna call it glue. HH-66, it’s amazing. It stinks something awful to ladies, but blokes like me smear it on before going dancing.

AFAIA no bike pannier maker makes a bag that is designed specifically to hold a fully crammed average brown paper 17x12x7 grocery bag which is waterproof and/or has a lid.

Considerations include: Material integrity and how much support I may need to design into the structure. Construction process and how I may need to build a brace to hold the folds I’m imposing on the material. This roasting hot weather and how awesome it is when the material is soft, can be formed and trained with a roller and tape, and that the HH-66 behaves like spring breakers in heat.

The basic design is in, now it’s time to play with the material and get a feel for how things may come together as the project progresses.
The dream becomes reality when my pencil hits the page.
I’m fervently pro metric system, and yet I built this entire project on SAE thinking. Every available component comes in SAE and I’m used to it and even have a few layers deep of fractions that I can mentally arithmetic with.
‘Halped’ of course, by Ada the cat, who just had to vet the very warm ‘new surface’ for a swim.
Testing how well my decade old tin of glue with a hem.
Ada since early childhood I have craved a metal hand roller. I finally got one, and it’s everything I ever wished for.
So I invented the tape batten.. I use it to enforce material rigidity so I can form a crease or fold in material that would otherwise just not play nice. Anyway it works. Really well.
Last coherent conversation with my Father

imagination meta

I keep saying to myself that I need to write more, and yet I don’t.
An event happened this week, a sizable personal life event occurred, for now, it’s not important as to its nature, because I think it would cloud thoughts going forward, so bear with me.
I’m thinking as I’m writing this, a stream of consciousness as it were…

I can’t, unfortunately, type as fast as the narrative goes, in my mind.