Story time (1/N):

I ripped up an old fence last week, and today I took the rotten wood to the ecocentre. Not owning a car, my tool of choice was my cargo bike with a utility trailer.

When I arrived, I waited my turn in the line of cars leading to the gatehouse, which is the only access to the containers. Eventually as I approach, the young woman in the gatehouse pops her head out and tells me rather dryly that, unfortunately, bicycles aren't allowed.