O.M.G. I have finally found what I was missing (thought I didn’t know it until I saw it): a wine carrier for a bike. That’s right, strap on a bottle and head off into the night (not on a fixie now, though, they are so passe anymore). Nothing could be more hipster-y and elitist (yes, I will wear those monikers if I must). Imagine the next dinner party: I rode here without adding to my carbon footprint (you’re welcome) and I brought you a lovely bottle of biodynamic (organic is too easy) wine whose fields were tended by dwarves and their ponies.
I’m fairly certain no one can top that.
Unless, of course, they gave the host one of these leather beauties.