And here's Sonia, the Belle of Western Australia, in amongst the lockers on the dinner truck.  It was a law of physics that Sonia and I were always trying to get into our lockers, which were across from each other, at the same time, but she was always very pleasant about it, and said nothing when a heap of firearms, condoms, cocaine, missile parts, and illegal immigrants spilled out of my locker one day. 

It was also a law of physics that, no matter how much stuff you possessed, it wouldn't fit in your locker.  You could bring exactly one toothpick and nothing else, or a full-scale duplicate of Angkor Wat, and in either case your locker would be filled to the brim.  Some of us got more exercise closing our lockers than we did pedaling.