Sunday, October 27, 2013
Anticipating chill I layered...and layered, squishing into my jacket. Glasses fogging from the bandana, I realize I need to expose my nose in order to prevent this. The tips of my fingers are cold and I feel encumbered by the bulk, yet we are off in search of the treasure of album covers and whatnots. We arrive at Neptoon and I am shedding all layers in realization that the sun that brought us out is there for warming as well. The chill of morning has been burned. Although an ordinary ride, I am gleaming at the thought that we are near to November and still on two wheels. Next, we weave and wend our way to the Far Out Coffee Outpost on Dundas. Best breakfast burrito and breakfast in Vancouver, in my thus far career as a breakfast critic. Fluffy eggs, spinach in a shell with house made salsa, sour cream and a deftly carved orange is the detail that is the mantra of the Far Out. The soup was AMAZING, .cinnamon laced squash and ginger..how could you possibly go wrong??? Many ways...but they don't!!! No salt or accoutrements needed, for a chef has ensured a pleasure for the palate, the diet and the belly.. Off again and we are at The Shop with the smell of leather, the smile of them all, and the sun shining on us. Seeing Stacey's new ride was a highlight. A Honda 70 scooter, beautiful vintage yellow..Andrew is clearly proud at the acquisition. And then, a visit to the West-end, to our Samee's new digs...quaint, detailed, completely her. So great to see her launched. It was a memorable day!
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
or really..the fog. How could I possibly miss a meeting of Manster buddies though? The moto meet meant braving the cloak of invisibility at 15 meters. Most important was connecting with a group I consider one of the finest. Our love of motorcycles, windy roads and project bikes connect us. We have other similarities - kids, music, knowing what kombucha is, abhorrence for pretension yet with a tolerance for our insecurities. Appreciation for the art of curves and pipes on two wheels gives us the reason to meet and I am happy to be part of it.
Friday, October 11, 2013
There is something to the fluid movement to avoid braking on a bike. It isn't exactly the mantra of riding school - shoulder check, signal, check again, move... Instead it resembles point, glance and weave. I trust him mostly, though I sometimes cannot help but squeeze with anticipation at my perception of a narrow miss. I imagine the sway as water cuts a swath to escape...sometimes jagged, mostly gentle esses blazing a path and yet in harmony with the surroundings. Next we are heading west on East 1st when the city is painted in breathtaking lights. I have not seen this view before...the beauty of twinkly lights on velvet have the appearance of an artist's hand carefully planning the splash of purple on Science World and the neon of signs. I am reminded of a conversation the hour before of missing so much in a car...or the realization of how big and beautiful the world is when we are not confined to a narrow view through a windshield. We are part of the picture. I intake cold air in awe of my city.