Friday, July 15, 2011

A roll through town

a dreary looking valley

 Attempt at holiday ride number 2 and the valley was still sopping wet. So I used my backup plan and climbed out and got chased by ETS buses and swore at by psychotic looking cab drivers.

Riding downtown does take a little bit more awareness as things are coming at you from all angles. Some of these things really want to hurt you cause you are riding a bike. In a city full of rednecks and cab drivers who all think bikers are assholes, it does take a bit of nerve. I always found the safest way to ride is to stay with the traffic, which is easy to do downtown. Riding next to a guy on a Harley and eventually pulling ahead of him was a definite highlight. Getting swore at by a cabbie for looking at him stopped at a red light was interesting to say the least, "you fucking bikers belong in a circus" he shouted. I had no response. I just looked at him and grinned, why I can never think of something good to say in situations like that bugs me, albeit his uttering was kinda funny when I thought of it, and I guess I have to give that guy props....Wait a minute! No he wasn't! That guy was a giant asshole! "Belong in the circus?" What the hell is that? What a giant retart...
a rather shitty week for these people...
 I rode around town longer then I wanted and had to get back to the trees. The street performers festival was in full swing and for a dreary Friday the crowd was quite large. I made my way through the Provincial government buildings and crossed the high level bridge and descended into the heavenly valley. With the Science park my parking spot for the day I had a long way back to the Jeep, and I started to bonk making the trip back interesting. Luckily I had an energy gel in my pack that carried me home and over those hills. Not much singletrack today but it was a good one.

the walterdale
street performers festival
FIRE TRUCK!!! FIRE TRUCK!!!! 
you smell that? lets get out of here...
back in the glorious trees pushing for home
after 4 hours in the saddle "the loneliest bridge in the valley" was a welcoming sight