I use the expression 'alcoholic in a brewery" very appropriately as my mother would point out. Mom was walking down the street, okay sidewalk, one day when one of these individuals came up behind her and ordered her to 'move' in an exceedingly rude tone. The drunken disorderly nature of those who choose to drive this machines makes my little remark about the alcoholic all the more ironic. I personally have seen bike lanes as well as sidewalks get crowded, it depends on ones mode of transportation. When on the saddle the comings and goings of the sidewalk are of little concern, similarly who watches what goes on in a bike lane?
I should ask, what are the legalities of a wheel chair in a bike lane? I'd like to think the answer is overwhelmingly 'don't' but let's be honest, what cop of sound mind could ever give a ticket to someone in a wheel chair?
A few days ago I had to stop at the supermarket on my way home from work. Obviously I rode in to work on Erin and only realised after getting to the office that I needed groceries. Well the Lowblaws at Leslie and Lakeshore seems pretty cool about riding. Specifically besides bike racks in front of the store they have never stopped me when I walk in with my bike very firmly in tow. (No way I am trusting Erin to some flimsy two or three hundred dollar lock.)
Well that particular trip to Lowblaws I was walking through the store looking for something, I'd like to say tomatoes or maybe some romaine lettuce but knowing my eating habits it was probably cookies. Anyway I was very self conscious, besides having a rather expensive road bike in one hand I was also wearing a full skin hugging kit, not the most sensible grocery shopping attire. Well coming at me as I searched for my high fat, lots of bad carbs, cookies, was someone on an electric wheel chair, they were far too young and clearly in reasonable shape, they were lazy. That little run in made me appreciate the value of electric wheel chairs, the chair gives me prerogative to feel completely smug whilst wearing a kit in a supermarket and buying cookies.
Speaking of riding, I did Rattlesnake point with the BCC on Sunday October 5, and we are doing it again this Sunday (October 12). I ended up riding with the advanced group, that was an accident, if I had known we were pulling away from the slower group I would have throttled back, but remarkably I was able to hold my ground the entire ride, I even did my share of the pulling. (Truth be told I think the guys were just feeling slow that day.) But anyway here are some pictures.
This was not so candid, but still I wish I was facing the camera. And notice my whistle? Not required for the ride to the meeting point and even more useless thereafter. (I wish I had remembered to take it off.)Tuesday we did the Escape the Don ride. Here is the route, or look below.
I actually forgot to start my GPS at first, but the ride started at Main and Gerrard and then we proceeded North East at what I would have thought was a sprint, but in fact was just Q.B.'s idea of a warm up. When the guys started pulling away from me on Steeles near Keele I stole a glance at my GPS, 37km/h. What a leg burner! Anyway here is an after photo.
Notice my flaming red ankle booties. Laugh all you want, my feet were warm!This morning my neighbour wanted to do some hill climbing, so we did a nice short 20km ride, up and down, up and down. Here is that route. Tomorrow he wants to go to Newmarket and back, with a bright and early 6:30 start so I better stop now and get some rest.
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