Maybe my Bar-Ista bicycle cupholder is meant only for coffee-drinking hipsters who are cycling for just three civilized miles at a time. Mine lost one of the screws that holds the ring to the support stem . . . it obviously vibrated out. There are two, which may explain why I didn’t notice as it went flying. (Good thing it didn’t end up in a tire! I found it in the house, later, but put it in a “safe place”, so obviously I’ll never see it again.)
Basil and I went to the hardware store to find a replacement screw — one with a locking nut. I took his picture outside, as the process inside took quite a while. A terrific employee helped put the ring back together (my allen wrench was no use for the new screw). (Thanks, Santiago!) I would have replaced the second screw, too, but it won’t take a locking nut, because of the way the support bar is constructed. Santiago suggested plumber’s tape to keep it in place; that’s what I’ll do.
We picked up only a few things at the market: Pepto Bismol, because Mr. Diarist really shouldn’t have eaten all those homicide chicken wings; Risler Square cheese (raclette for dinner!); and a vanilla soda that I like to drink, ice cold, occasionally. I won’t drink sugared sodas, since no one needs that stuff coursing through a body, but do like this soda, which is sweetened with stevia. I’m not convinced that stevia is particularly good for people either, but figure it won’t hurt, once in a while. (I always add extra vanilla extract to the soda, along with ice cubes; a really good quality vanilla extract heightens the flavor and cuts the not-entirely-nice hint of stevia.)
I put the bottles into a neoprene case to cushion them. I thought this bag was meant for beer, but it can’t be zipped with the long-necked bottles inside. That didn’t matter, because I bought them off the shelf. But I don’t think I’ll mention to Mr. Diarist that beer apparently can come in cans. I’m sure he would be shocked, I tell you, shocked.