[I wrote this last night, so “today” is actually yesterday, and “tomorrow” is today, “next weekend” means this weekend, and “petit oiseau” means little bird.]
Today was quite possibly the last great, sunny, beautiful day to bike all over the city. We’re lucky enough this autumn to say that a lot.
The last few weekends I’ve been outside as much as possible, on my bike and otherwise, to take in the “last” perfect fall weekend before the sidewalks turn to ice, the streets to slush, and my steel bike to rust. After such a weak summer, it’s only fair to drag out fall for a little longer. But since this isn’t a first date, I’m going to stop talking about the weather.
It was gorgeous out (dammit). A couple of friends and I took our bikes down to the lakeshore and headed west all of the way to Humber Bay Park. It’s a great ride, takes you over some neat bridges, a playground with dinosaurs, and the only bicycle speed limit sign I’ve ever seen in my life. 20km/h near Sunnyside Park, we only paid about as much attention to the speed limit as the drivers next to us on Lake Shore blvd.
It was just good ol’ fashioned bike riding, riding for the sake of it. We weren’t heading anywhere and instead of our watches we were timing by the sun. It was a great way to spend he last beautiful weekend day. Maybe we should cycle every day like the season’s going to end tomorrow. Metaphor for how to live life?
No.
It’s a simile, stupid.
Here's my bike in a tree:
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