- 24 Oct 2007 17:30
#1362322
On our second round of bicycle-shopping last Friday (19 October), Qatz and I went to Canadian Tire, and I saw several cool bikes; but there was one bike that really stood out. It was my perfect size, had an awesome colour, and very good handling. It also had a decent price. I pulled it out and Qatz asked an employee to fill up the tires, but the guy said something like someone from the sports department needs to help you (I had no idea what they were saying, since they were parle-ing francais).
Of course, with the crap service Canadian Tire has, it took the guy ages to come. He got a pump and filled up the tire, and we were ready to go. Went to the cashier, paid, and the woman gave me change in Canadian Tire Dollars. I just looked at them like, "What the fuck?" and put them in my wallet.
We then went looking for locks for the bike, 'cause Canadian Tire didn't have any good ones. In the second shop we entered, we found the perfect locks. So I got them... Then we headed off for dinner, and Qatz took me to an awesome Lebanese restaurant called Basha. So we ordered: Qatz fish, me falafel (awesome falafel, by the way!) and sat down. We ate kinda quickly and then hurried to McGill for Amy Goodman's conference. Of course, the heavy rain did not help at all.
I locked my bike, and before Amy Goodman arrived, Qatz suggested that he'll take my bike home with him to get the lock-pad thingy set up on my bike so that I have a place to put the lock while I'm riding. I said okay and give him my spare key.
After the conference, we parted our ways.
On Saturday, after the Gulu Walk and lunch at a vegetarian restaurant with a bunch of friends, not knowing when Qatz starts his job, I decided to call Qatz and see if I can pick up my bike. No answer. I called several times, no answer. Then I decided to go to the St. Laurent metro station (which is near Qatz's home) and call when I get there. I called several times, but always no answer. In the end, I decided to leave a voice message and head back home.
A couple of hours later, Qatz calls and tells me he was at work. He also asks me if I can pick up my bike, and we can go for a ride. Sure.
So I take the bus, then the metro, and arrive at Qatz's station. I give him a call, and he says he'll be there in two minutes. I wait two minutes inside the station, then decide to walk out. While walking along the station, I hear someone shouting, "Abood!" So I look, and it's Qatz. We walk to his home (which is really cool, by the way!), he gives me a tour, then we decide to head out.
We rode about 9 km, from his place to mine. The feeling was very different than when riding in a car. I was able to feel the city alive, and wasn't stuck in my world. We were also able to communicate with people, and a bunch of girls asked us for directions. It was a great feeling.
When we got to my residence, I locked away my bike, we said bye to each other, and I headed up.
On Monday, I decided to try riding my bike to my class downtown. About 7 km, with a bike path going most of the way. The weather was awesome, and so was the scenery. I arrived at the downtown campus, looked for a place to lock my bike, locked it away, and find out that I'm 20 minutes early to class. Awesome. So I go to Java U, get a vegan cookie and a Snapple, and head to class.
After class, I take the same trip back home, but it felt shorter.
Today, I am riding my bike to the downtown campus again. The weather seems nice and sunny with a little breeze, so it should be a good ride.
Economic Left/Right: -9.75
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -9.28
On our second round of bicycle-shopping last Friday (19 October), Qatz and I went to Canadian Tire, and I saw several cool bikes; but there was one bike that really stood out. It was my perfect size, had an awesome colour, and very good handling. It also had a decent price. I pulled it out and Qatz asked an employee to fill up the tires, but the guy said something like someone from the sports department needs to help you (I had no idea what they were saying, since they were parle-ing francais).
Of course, with the crap service Canadian Tire has, it took the guy ages to come. He got a pump and filled up the tire, and we were ready to go. Went to the cashier, paid, and the woman gave me change in Canadian Tire Dollars. I just looked at them like, "What the fuck?" and put them in my wallet.
We then went looking for locks for the bike, 'cause Canadian Tire didn't have any good ones. In the second shop we entered, we found the perfect locks. So I got them... Then we headed off for dinner, and Qatz took me to an awesome Lebanese restaurant called Basha. So we ordered: Qatz fish, me falafel (awesome falafel, by the way!) and sat down. We ate kinda quickly and then hurried to McGill for Amy Goodman's conference. Of course, the heavy rain did not help at all.
I locked my bike, and before Amy Goodman arrived, Qatz suggested that he'll take my bike home with him to get the lock-pad thingy set up on my bike so that I have a place to put the lock while I'm riding. I said okay and give him my spare key.
After the conference, we parted our ways.
On Saturday, after the Gulu Walk and lunch at a vegetarian restaurant with a bunch of friends, not knowing when Qatz starts his job, I decided to call Qatz and see if I can pick up my bike. No answer. I called several times, no answer. Then I decided to go to the St. Laurent metro station (which is near Qatz's home) and call when I get there. I called several times, but always no answer. In the end, I decided to leave a voice message and head back home.
A couple of hours later, Qatz calls and tells me he was at work. He also asks me if I can pick up my bike, and we can go for a ride. Sure.
So I take the bus, then the metro, and arrive at Qatz's station. I give him a call, and he says he'll be there in two minutes. I wait two minutes inside the station, then decide to walk out. While walking along the station, I hear someone shouting, "Abood!" So I look, and it's Qatz. We walk to his home (which is really cool, by the way!), he gives me a tour, then we decide to head out.
We rode about 9 km, from his place to mine. The feeling was very different than when riding in a car. I was able to feel the city alive, and wasn't stuck in my world. We were also able to communicate with people, and a bunch of girls asked us for directions. It was a great feeling.
When we got to my residence, I locked away my bike, we said bye to each other, and I headed up.
On Monday, I decided to try riding my bike to my class downtown. About 7 km, with a bike path going most of the way. The weather was awesome, and so was the scenery. I arrived at the downtown campus, looked for a place to lock my bike, locked it away, and find out that I'm 20 minutes early to class. Awesome. So I go to Java U, get a vegan cookie and a Snapple, and head to class.
After class, I take the same trip back home, but it felt shorter.
Today, I am riding my bike to the downtown campus again. The weather seems nice and sunny with a little breeze, so it should be a good ride.
Economic Left/Right: -9.75
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -9.28