Even rarer than toe clips were racks. I was riding with clip-in pedals, but I was among the tiny minority on a bike capable of carrying gear and serving as a beast of burden. And not even one in ten of us with racks were putting them to use carrying a pannier. I was the anomaly of anomalies. I didn’t care to be without my rain coat or tools or book or Tupperware bowl for extra food and also carrying capacity for what I might find along the route—a license plate for Dwight, and three water bottles, including a deluxe Camelbak insulated bottle, as I scavenged last year. And I couldn’t be without my handlebar bag either, another glaring encumberment, stocked with snacks to nibble.