Motorbike, that is.
Returning from work on my bike, I decided to squeeze between the front of my plug-spitting truck and the hedge. It occurred to me to just park up, move the truck, empty the two side panniers and top box. But no.
So through I rode. Like the Six Hundred, short 599.
The right pannier nudged the truck.
You know that slo-mo thing? It’s going! No, I can hold it. Now what? No, I can’t hold it. Stood, straddling a big heavy (570 pounds, plus two laptops plus panniers plus shopping, so maybe 650 pounds) lopsided bike, I was holding my own. As in feeling a plonker.
On the other hand, I have long had a notion to invent a one-man bike lift, so here was what liberals call “a learning experience”.
Back to the prone bike. Actually, the bush did a great job, sort of. And the crash bars and sliders I fitted also worked a treat.
I used a trolley jack (Bump jack in American) after lifting the bike by attaching a ratchet tie-down between the floor-side crash bar and the truck cow catcher, and another one to the topside crash bar and said cow catcher.
Like a good socialist, I ratcheted the bike high enough, slid in the jack, and eventually manhandled the bike up and away.
So. I want to invent a bike jack that can be used by one person, carried on a bike and easily stowed, attached, etc.
With no recourse to a truck.n