Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
H. G. Wells
My hostess with the mostest is without a television. Perfect for me; even better that this means large amounts of time listening to Canada's public radio station.
At the moment, I'm listening to a program highlighting, celebrating (otherwise boiling) over about Montreal's bicycle lifestyle. (The program in question is almost exactly the same as the NPR's Prairie Home Companion (no Carl Castle, but close...) )
"The best bike city on the Continent."
Seems the moral sin of envy marks all other cities guilty around Canada. Ottawa, for all its merits, is no slouch at all. No shortage of bike lanes, racks and citizens on bikes. Though, as it was explained, Montreal goes over and above in an effort to prove that bikes exist, and to exist here, you need a bike. Some stand as heroes of the city's movement having gone it alone and painted their own bike lanes on the city streets. Nice thought, really.
All this is a nice way of saying that I'm feeling withdraws from not having my bike with me - T-1 or pink and yellow Centurion.
If you have a bike, ride an extra mile for me.
