Saturday I decided that I should take a drive North to Quebec City to see the oldest city in North America. I drove for an hour until I got to this:
I am supposed to be in one of the 3 closed lanes on the left.
I had already enjoyed enough Montreal traffic the day before, so I decided to turn around and abandon the car for good and get back on a bike. The underground parking garage at the hotel was apparently dug by gophers with a sense of humor, but it strikes fear into my heart every time I try to get in or out of it. Most attempts require at least three cars to coordinate a ballet of reversing and cursing at the same time. This however, was my crowning achievement:
I know it does not look like much, but that is the end result of an 11 point turn and one slight bump.
Half an hour later I was back on a bike and all the happier. I rode down Rue Sherbrooke in the middle of Saturday traffic and was amazed at how the drivers all watched out for cyclists like they were supposed to be on the road. I did however get almost knocked over by a crazy old guy in the park who was swinging his backpack at cyclists. He must have been from the states.
One of the parks I rode to had a 'Speed Date a Dog' thing going on for the SPCA.
The other park had hippies on a slackline.
2 comments:
Looks like you turned lemons into lemonade by trading the traffic for a bike ride. I feel sorry for the person in the yellow shirt at the speed date thing. Maybe it was the dog.
I think he was more of a voyeur ( or however you say it in French ) and not part of the dog swap.
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