Vancouver drivers
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
If the sudden gaps in my journal are any indication, I'm starting to have a life again! This weekend, Ken, Heidi, Charlie and I went hiking/camping in the interior. Went to Manning park, and stayed somewhere in the three-brothers region. Our main objective was to learn about camp coking, and I think we did (even me, though my main contribution was to act as foil, it seems).
I got out for a real spin on my bike this aft. Went to demonstrate a connection between my cell phone number and my home address, to meet the bank's paper requirements. I had to take my phone bill, and it's a fair haul, so I thought it best to take my bike at 4:30. I've learned a few important things:
Vancouver drivers are even worse than Torontonians (though less aggressive). They seem to pick and choose the street signs they'll obey at random.
A possible reason for this is the distraction caused by all of the scantily clad women on in-line skates. No wonder in-line skates are banned in Sydney!
I managed to avoid major injury, but my bike is clearly in need of help. I made an appointment to have it checked out. The best they could do was Monday!
Actually, I lie. I'm also in need of help. Used to be able to cycle twenty/thirty blocks I just put in without raising a sweat. No more!