After spending the afternoon in the hospital (Not for me, no worries, keeping the rubber side down so far) with other two messengers roughed up on the roads today (a door prize, and the classic 'park-n-tackle" move), as well as a recent rash of crashes for various bikers over the past couple weeks, I thought it best to share some photos from MTL to prove my livingness to all of you.
Sergio (in two parts)
My favourite elevator. The buttons depress when pushed, then pop out when you get to your floor. I'm like a child how that amuses me.
Hanging at "the Beach." A piece of sidewalk down town with a couple benches, bike racks, and coffee shops in immediate proximity. A bicycle tour of the city actually stopped there the other day as the "this-is-where-all-of-the-(notorious)-bike-messengers-hang-out stop.
Self-expression at the Beach.
Manitoba (Jesse) (Because he calls me Nova Scotia, and neither of us are from either of those places) He managed to patch a tube with tinfoil and saliva, then puncture reinstalling the tire with levers.
Emergency Ward.
On that note, ride safe everyone. Two great people, through no fault of their own, got hurt today doing what they love. Thankfully they are both okay. But shit happens. You are in my thoughts.
In Bike We Trust!
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