#05002 Minnehaha Medium Saddle Bag -Blemished $49.99 (click link to buy now)

** Packing a large Holiday order we discovered we had 8 of these with slight cosmetic blemishes on the leather. Normally $69.99 you can pick yourself up a slightly imperfect bag for $49.99 + $8.00 shipping and handling. ** (US Orders Only – Please e-mail me for an international freight quote.)

This is a huge saddle bag with the capacity of many rack trunks (great for road bikes without rear racks). You can pack a picnic and extra clothes while the 3-point attachment and hardwood internal support keep the load stable. You can also use the outer lashing rings to attach a jacket or your walking shoes.

This a traditional design that works best with your saddle mounted in a forward or neutral position on your seatpost. If your saddle is pushed all the way back on the seatpost, you may have some interference with your upper leg. There are various solutions to reduce this overlap including using a small wood spacer between the seatpost and bag to reduce overlap.

# Max. Dimensions: 9”L x 9”H x 11”W – 650 cubic inches / 10L
# Thick hardwood dowel inside supports heavy loads
# Main panel of bag is a durable sandwich of 1 ½ layers of 18oz. canvas, thin padding, and an off-white canvas liner for a brighter interior.
# Bottom reinforced with a riveted HDPE plate to keep bag from sagging under load.
# Exterior lashing points (extra straps not included).
# Detachable reflective tabs.
# Interior key/wallet pocket.
# Imported

For Bike/Walk to work weak, Minneapolis-based scribe Jason Heaton, riffs of the Minnehaha Canvas Shoulder Bag. Here’s the link: Gear Patrol.

On April 2, 2009, our sister company Banjo Brothers launched this piece of micro-fiction via their Twitter feed. The story was written by Ian Pratt, and takes place in Minneapolis. For more about the event, check out this blog post from the Oregonian. Enjoy the story:

Tweet #1 -

Stone Arch, 4pm. It’s written on the back of a photo: a perfect smile, framed by curls of brown hair. I wonder what color her eyes are.

Tweet # 2 -

I’m already on my bike and out the door. It’s only 8:30, but I’ll take my time. I can’t be late this time. I might not get another chance.

Tweet #3:

I have the next 7 hours to figure it out. Why I skip work to run around town, following her little notes. Love? Sure, it’s a popular theory.

Tweet # 4: (9:30am)

I wanted the #Greenway to myself, but it’s full of commuters, dogs, vagrants, hipsters, fixed gears, racers. Maybe the company’s not so bad.

Tweet # 5 (10:00am)

My second time down the #Greenway, going slower still, as slow as possible. Still plenty of time to kill. Enough time to reminisce a little

Tweet #6 (10:30am)

Her first note was a list of books. Vonnegut, mostly, but also some Camus and Wallace. Most I’d read before, but I read them all again.

Tweet #7 (11:00am)

I’ve spent the past hour riding with my eyes closed. I finally open them somewhere in the warehouse district. The new stadium looks nice.

Tweet #8 (11:30am)

Her second note was a hand drawn self portrait and a recipe for cranberry muffins. Her portrait was beautiful. The muffins were delicious

Tweet #9 (12:00pm)

Is it bad that I’m drinking a beer at noon? I stopped at Brit’s to settle my nerves. I’ve been going since 8. I’m a bowl of jelly.

Tweet #10 (12:30pm)

Her third note was personal. Too personal to share. I can’t even taste the beer, but I can feel my legs again. I order another.

Tweet #11 (1:00pm)

My boss just called. Where am I? Why am I not at the office? I’m drinking, I tell him. Her again? he asks. I hang up. I order another.

Tweet #12 (1:30pm)

Her fourth note was a picture of the stone water tower in Tangletown with “Noon” scrawled on the back. A flat tire and I showed up at 12:45.

Tweet #13 (2:00pm)

She was long gone, but she left a note: “How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.” I won’t lie, I cried.

Tweet# 14

It was two months before her next note, the one I’m holding. I thought I’d blown it. I kept my bike tuned just in case. No flat tire today.

Tweet #15

A little wobbly. From the beer, from fatigue, from fear, from what? It’s almost 4. I hop off the saddle and walk it towards the bridge.

Tweet #16

I’m here I’m here early, I’m here! Do I feel nothing? I need her to tell me, I need her. I hear the soft hiss of my front tire going flat.

Tweet# 17

Both tires are flat now. Things fall apart, right? It’s a long walk home. No sign of her yet. Vonnegut was wrong, I do feel something.

Sister company Banjo Brothers will publish a short piece of cycling micro-fiction via their twitter feed.

Don’t have Twitter? No Worries. The Story will be aggregated on the Banjo Brothers Facebook Fan Page.

The story will be launched in 140 character segments starting at 8:00am with updates every half hour. There will be a special promo code which can be used at Calhoun Cycle. Plus some more surprises up our sleeves.

Hey there!
Not sure if I’m sending this to the appropriate email…..

You might have seen these pics on twitter (SognRider), but thought you might like to have some actual copies (and I never turn down a t-shirt!). I enjoy your products — waterproof pannier, medium saddle bag (Minnehaha), and my wife has a seat bag.

Thanks for great products, and a little bit of fun (and reliability/function) in our rides!
Scott P.
Seattle, WA

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