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Despite having had a back-of-the-car rack for about seven years and having travelled through on the train several times I've never before dragged my bike through to Ayr when visiting Nicky's parents, often resulting in measures as extreme as looking speculatively at Nicky's dad's bike in the shed and wondering how long it would take me to inspect it all for vital components held in place with silicone compared to just going for a walk instead. Given the large amounts of food I'm usually expected to hoover up and the strange feeling of reduced robustness upon returning home after a few days in temperatures often exceeding thirty degrees I resolved to drag a bike over for the winter festive period this year, almost being hampered at the last minute by not being able to find the back-of-the-car carrier in any of the outside storage devices nor up in the loft on the first two sweeps, though it turned up on the third go hiding behind some boxes in the bit floored with spare laminate. It would probably have fitted in the car but there'll be some extra stuff to take home compared to what was being taken through today as we dumped some wingpiglet-gifts through there last weekend. The benefit of the back-of-the-car rack over the inside-the-car method is the absence of reconstruction required before being able to pop out in the evening for a nice throat-cooling trundle around Ayr and Prestwick. There's a slight increase to the stress of driving but Nicky's current car is at least wide enough to leave both wheels in place without one of them poking out any further than a wing mirror and the whole thing sits slightly more securely than on the previous car, even when juddering over some of the ruttier bits of the Glaswegian flyover system.