Packing

I stuck my white Giro Aeon helmet in my black carry-on and it seemed to have sucked up a third of the space inside the luggage. I had the helmet jammed packed with something other than my head; a bag of locally roasted coffee as a small gift for my friend and two pairs of cycling socks. Efficient. As I inserted pieces of kit and street clothes in, I realized the buried cycling shoes laid there without insoles. A mini-epic evening thunderstorm ride two days earlier made me yank the insoles for faster dry time. I stuck them in and repacked. Going down my typed checklist twice, I made through marks with a blue ink pen. All good.

Then I drove.
I flew.
I rode.
I rode.
I rode.
I drove
I flew.