The Cycling Life
I’ve never, ever, sincerely regretted a bike ride. I’ve had flat tires, gotten soaked in impromptu rainshowers, ran out of water, been dead beat so I felt I couldn’t pedal any further, been honked at by retard drivers, been honked at by sane drivers because I was a retard cyclist doing stupid things, pissed off bus drivers, flipped the bird to more than one driver, cycled home from Langley, cycled to Cultus Lake and then dragonboated for a couple hours and then cycled home, gone over the handlebars after being cut off and jamming on the brakes, and had all kinds of other wonderful bike-related experiences. Three things I haven’t done, which perhaps disqualify me from being a true, blue, cyclist, are cycled drunk, cycled naked, or doubled anybody. Neither have I ridden a tall-bike, ridden a unicycle, or texted while cycling. All of those are on the list of fun bike things yet to come. Here’s to all things bike-related!
Of note, just yesterday I was cycling home along the Bevan bike lane, which I usually avoid because it’s hillier than the alternative route, but today I took it because I wanted to do the hill. Guess who was riding the opposite way? The only cyclist I saw riding that day? Abbotsford-Clayburn’s MP, B.C.’s Solicitor-General, and Minister for Public Safety, John van Dongen. As long as I’ve been involved in cycling advocacy, he’s been a strong supporter of more bicycle infrastructure, and someone who really listens to his constituents. He’s a busy guy, yet somehow he finds time to ride his bike to and from work now and again.
And he was taking the hill too.
