I'm pretty much in love with my DSLR and wouldn't really consider leaving it behind, at this point. Heavy turd that it is, even. Since getting it, I've been packing it around by bike in this shoulder-sling affair, essentially a messenger bag-turned-camera-carrier. It's been okay for my shortish trips, but it's kind of a PITA and not even remotely a candidate for the long haul.
I was unexpectedly back in Milwaukee this week and ended up having a bit of free time one afternoon, which I decided to use up at the sort-of renowned Ben's Cycle. Of all the cool and unique things one would expect to find there, what ultimately ended up the fancy of my eye and pocketbook was this rather mainstream handlebar bag, complete with all its plastic mounting bits. But I got pretty excited about it, because it struck me right off as having serious DSLR-hauling potential.
|Not too big, not too small. Looks just about right.|
The fine folks at Royal Upholstery hooked me up with this foam remnant of just the right density.
I set about carving.
A no longer needed closed-cell sleeping pad was also sacrificed.
I wrapped the furniture foam with this rad stretchy nylon material that I got at a fabric store for some way different project a few years ago. So that the furniture foam won't shed upon my camera. (The pieces look uneven because the camera body is uneven. I can't believe you would question my workmanship.)
I was excited to head out to the shop and try it on. My enthusiasm was a bit deflated when I got there, however.
|Fats seem highly susceptible to flats. Yay.|
Post fixing of the flat, though, the bag went on and I think it's gonna be total money. Super easy access, and far enough forward to avoid being sweat-dripped upon.
It also has some sweet side pockets and another secret top flap that will rule for carrying extra memory cards and batteries. Or baseball cards. Or toothpicks. A comprehensive selection of band-aids, maybe.
The new awesome camera bag however, didn't play well with my other formerly awesome Cabela's
For all its shortcomings, Cabela's has a pretty respectable dog-toy section which I always scour, if I am there anyways, looking for a
188 shots later (and I am not kidding), a decent moon shot still evades me. Holy hell, moon shots are just harder than shit. It's probably not that tricky if you have half a clue what you are doing, but I obviously do not. This was the best I could do.
Despite that though, the new fris flies real good.
|The chucking of it.|
|The bringing back of it.|
|The waiting on the boss to chuck it again.|