Tales from an addicted Bag Man

Howdy folks;

Y'know, at one time, I was a normal feller. My bag had 4 wheels, a stereo and headlights. Convenient and mobile. They were the good ol' days...

But as the price of gas rose, the economic sense of using convenient public transport became unavoidable, and so I joined the masses moving by rail. Immediately, I realized I was going to need something to keep my stuff in while going yonder and back, so I went nosing on Amazon and had the very good luck in finding the Leaper's UTG Tactical. (Poor lil' virgin never heard of Maxpedition yet...)

I didn't know brands, but good design and workmanship isn't hard to catch onto; some six months later, I bought two more, in different colors. You know... just in case. That should have been my first clue that something nefarious was happening. But I'm pretty dense.

Just in case never happened; "Starvin' Marvin" has handled nearly 3 years of 40-mile railroad travel twice a day and looks about a week old at this point. But, over those three years, something evil has happened: Marvin has left the rails. It just seemed easier to bring him along than to fish my wallet and phone out. And maybe I'll need some kleenex. My extra smokes are in there; and IF I need to stop at the supermarket, I may need my discount card...

Ahhh, Crap. I've got a murse.

Of course, nowadays lots of men have murses. So, if it had just stopped there, then it would have been OK. Even with two spare bags in the closet. But it didn't stop there - I found out who designed that UTG...

A Maxpedition by any other name remains always just a little too small for complete satisfaction; I understand that's how a heroin kick works, too. But now, I had access to the motherlode. If a Jumbo isn't Jumbo, then, heck, what about THIS - a Colossus!! That has to be HUGE!!

Turns out, well, no. Not Huge. Just a little too small for complete satisfaction. But it had these strappy things on it. They're what? Molle? And what's that? You mean I can attach BAGS to my BAG!!!!??? Fark, yeah - gotta get 'em all...

The contagion was in full bloom; I started thinking in terms of "Load Out," long before I ever heard of you Eight balls. And then I Did meet you - and you didn't help. This place is like AA, but in reverse. Colossus doesn't like an otterboxed iPad, but lovely Lunada fits like a glove. But not too much else... Malaga. Hello, Sexy... Proteus: silly little bag. Get one - maybe a knock off, since I'll never, ever use it.

Just in case...

The final terminal stage has hit: customization. A little padding here, a little cut there. A patch. Then two. Then designing my own. And now, I've come full circle - my Colossus has a stereo. And headlights.

So, if it's OK, I'll just sit in here with you guys. I've become too weird for polite company; you guys understand me...

Hiya!

- Bob

Thanks for the warm welcome, all; and, never fear, Doekeedood - I've been hoping to find someone who will "ooh" and "aah" at the Dashboard Colossus.This group is my last hope: everyone else just nods and smiles and backs away slowly...

Just need to get home and unlimber the camera tonight.