I've got a smile for every one I meet.
I rode to work yesterday. I thought it would stay sunny and warm all day. I wore fleece pants and a hoodie, gloves and headed off to work. Somewhere through the day the sunny skies turned grey and quickly ugly with impending Vancouver showers. I knew the ride home would be difficult, dark and filled with traffic.
Keep on. Keep on. Just push that peddle down. You can do this.
"Middle of the road is trying to find me. I'm standing in the middle of the road..."
The Pretenders, "Middle of the Road" , tune kicks in to the ear buds just I'm cresting the top of the 20 block climb.
"Come on baby. Get in the road. Come on now..in the middle of the road now..yeah."
Just what I needed. A good does of Chrissie Hynde pumping through my Ipod, to get me through the rest of the ride. Vancouver is blessed with a mild climate and rarely any snow. We get a lot of rain though. Nevertheless, we have a large community of cyclists and thankfully bike routes the snake through the city. I keep to these as much as possible. Safety in numbers.
"In the middle of the road, you see the darnest things."
Coming down Ontario Street on the other side of the hill I have climbed, I join the pack of blinking lights. About 30 cyclists are making their way down the road, navigating through and alongside the park cars, the ones in motion, and the piles of leaves that have been pummeled to a soggy bran flake consistency.
Bright steady headlights blinding. Small blinking little lights reassuring. Proud to be one of the fleet of tiny lights of self propelled power, I followed the gliding stream infront of me through the dark and rain until safely home.
"yeah.."
Keep on. Keep on. Just push that peddle down. You can do this.
"Middle of the road is trying to find me. I'm standing in the middle of the road..."
The Pretenders, "Middle of the Road" , tune kicks in to the ear buds just I'm cresting the top of the 20 block climb.
"Come on baby. Get in the road. Come on now..in the middle of the road now..yeah."
Just what I needed. A good does of Chrissie Hynde pumping through my Ipod, to get me through the rest of the ride. Vancouver is blessed with a mild climate and rarely any snow. We get a lot of rain though. Nevertheless, we have a large community of cyclists and thankfully bike routes the snake through the city. I keep to these as much as possible. Safety in numbers.
"In the middle of the road, you see the darnest things."
Coming down Ontario Street on the other side of the hill I have climbed, I join the pack of blinking lights. About 30 cyclists are making their way down the road, navigating through and alongside the park cars, the ones in motion, and the piles of leaves that have been pummeled to a soggy bran flake consistency.
Bright steady headlights blinding. Small blinking little lights reassuring. Proud to be one of the fleet of tiny lights of self propelled power, I followed the gliding stream infront of me through the dark and rain until safely home.
"yeah.."
Posted by the girl at 7:32 PM
2 Comments:
i salute you! rob and i used to ride our bikes the 10k there and the 10k back in toronto, even in snow. it feels really, really good to know you're your own way home.
Wow - you really have perserverence - and can climb mountains. But I already knew that.
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