Recently I had the sweetest convo with a friend about the early hours of the day. I proposed that 3-4am was the best time in the world to wander any city's streets.
She, on the other hand, thought that 2-3am was the best time to ride a bicycle through the same streets. Her belief being that bicycling while dark and uncrowded was an incredibly catharic experience.
Until tonight, I didn't agree with her.
Somehow, I had forgotten those easily misplaced sensations: the wind blowing past your face, the sound of the air, tires and gears; rubber on ashphalt; the control you have on machine; the speed you can ride when there isn't a car on the road.
It is incredible. A freedom not known by many; reserved by time and place. But so accessible.
3 comments:
so you go to oakville and then there's an earthquake. do you believe in signs?
I thought the earthquake was because Oakville was angry that I went back to see you guys.
it's the other way around - we got angry and tried to break the silly town to the ground.
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