From the Great White North (by Amanda Mongeon)


The rules all change up here.

Sidewalks are too covered in snow and ice for even pedestrians
to use; it is a matter of necessity and quite normal for the roads
to be shared by everyone: cars, trucks, pedestians, snowmobilers,
and yes, cyclists. How wonderful.

Not that there really are any cyclists. Except two. Last night as I
was out walking & enjoying the lunar eclipse a man rode by on
the main road. He had a light and panier bags, snow pants &
a really warm toque. I wonder who he was and where he was going.

And myself. I rode the other day to Tim Horton's for a meeting,
all bundled up, and could feel the eyes of everyone (and let me
tell you TH on a Tuesday morning in Kirkland Lake is one crowded
place) on me as I parked outside then came in & slowly unravelled
my many layers. Who IS this person? Is she CRAZY? Where's her
CAR? I smiled to myself and to them. It felt great. Not only because
I had been riding in the snow & cold and crisp northern air, but because
I had presented another option.

I (hopefully) had made people think for a second that there might be
something in that fresh air, exercise, human-powered vehicle stuff.
And just because it's winter doesn't mean it's not possible.

In the winter, cars here are used to sharing the road with pedestrians
and snowmobilers. Why not a bicycle? Or two? Or everyone?

Now that's unlikely. But in a land where people drive to the corner
store and let their cars run for an entire hour before getting into them
in the morning, a bit of the unlikely could make a real difference.



Posted: Sun - November 9, 2003 at 10:22 PM          


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