I’m so tired of airport baggage claim.
The typical routine is 1) stand in line to check my bag, 2) hand it off to the folks at scanning, 3) take my flight, 4) head to baggage claim, 5) wait for 30-45 minutes for it to come around, 6) lug all that crap to my rental car, 7) lug it all up to my room. At the end of the engagement, it starts all over. Conservatively I’d say I spend ~2 hours per round-trip flight messing with a checked bag. If you multiply that over my 60 flights so far – oof, I just got sick.
So I needed a carry-on that would hold all my clothes (just a week’s worth – I’m not above doing laundry).
My decision to go with a Victorinox (Swiss Army, essentially) was thanks to my good friend Jerome. He has a slightly different model that he took to Iraq while he was consulting. It carried his armor most of the time along with some other items, but it’s still going strong.
The original plan was to order it online and wait a few days. Ivy insisted we head into Portland and poke at one of them in person. I’m glad we did because she wound up finding it at a local luggage store for less than what it would have cost online (tax + shipping). That, and of course the lovely wife played Tetris with the little cubes to see just how many we could fit in the bag reasonably and still leave room for my TRX.
Now I can’t wait to hit the road again! I’ll print out my boarding pass before I leave the house, hit the curb at the airport, head right to the security line (and breeze on through), and then relax at my gate with my duffel and my backpack.
Off the plane, I’ll grab my bags and head right for the rental car kiosk. Instead of trying to coax a 360 wheeled bag down the hallway while I drag another behind me I’ll just have the one bag with all of its clever configuration inside.
Oh yes, it will be glorious.

