When I ride my bike I feel free and happy and strong. I'm liberated from the usual nonsense of day to day life. Solid, dependable, silent, my bike is my horse, my fighter jet, my island, my friend. Together we will conquer that hill and thereafter the world.
And only Canadians can laugh at themselves........
I do like our friends in the frozen north, for their sense of humor. That and Fudgeeo Cookies.
"The Universe never did make sense; I suspect it was built on a government contract." Robert A. Heinlein
Maybe, but I hear us Canadians are the source of all evil.
Having dated a Canadian & been to Canada, i can confirm all of this. The border with canada is something like this: US side, grey dreary, sad. Canadian side, bright, rainbows, moose, sugar maple forests, and tim hortons.
I can't wait for the next pint of good chocolate milk after a long ride.
The snow part seems really familiar, it's kinda the same thing here in Estonia.
Canadian police chase.