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