Really! It’s super emotional. And you kind of take a chance, too. Riding around the store and around the block is like a first date. Some dating folks don’t call the first date a date. They call it “the obligatory introductory drink”, or “date zero”, and all sorts of other un-date-like things. But I digress!…
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Got waved over by a police officer the other day. He was kind of friendly looking, and I reluctantly and dutifully stopped and he said, hi there, would you like to register your bike with the Toronto police? Behind him I saw some people milling about at a table near the entrance of the station on this…
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The other day, probably the last fine beach day this year, I was riding on a curbside bike path with my blanket in my back basket, thinking about catching the 9:30 am ferry to cityside paradise and lounging and chatting. I noticed a car creep up beside me and follow my speed. A police car,…
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I’m not big on bike gear. I’m not big on gear in general. Winter gear, coats, gloves, face cover. Or photography gear, tripods, lenses, flashes. All that is so cumbersome! That’s why I like the beach. Just me, barefoot and stuff, and the water. So on a day to day basis I can’t stand carrying too much…
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No, I didn’t have an accident! But isn’t life full of little accidents? What I mean is, there are parameters within which we can allow ourselves to be out of control. For example: Last winter I wrote about how I watched a cyclist pass me on his massive easy step-through Biria slipping and sliding in…
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