So, I was Just Riding Along, when I found a perfectly good travel mug in the bike lane. It was in such fine condition that I felt it worth stopping and going back to fetch.

I dumped out the still-hot coffee from the mug and jerry-rigged it on my rack, and took off.

The swamp wetlands section of the I-90 trail is a series of concrete blocks sort of set loosely togther, with large expansion joints. If the swamp floods or freezes, the blocks move accordingly. When you ride through this section, your bike rattles tremendously.

So, as I was riding through this section _{thumpity thumpity thumpity} the mug jerked loose and fell partly into the spokes. I came to a halt as fast as I could. I think the spokes are OK, but the travel mug was no longer this pristine vessel of beauty.