my version of WTF

As we were loading up Matito into the car to go to Superstore last night, I noticed a family of cyclists rolling up to our building's bike storage locker.

"How nice," I think to myself, "The whole family is getting out for a nice evening ride together." A man, a boy, two women, all chatting cheerfully to each other.

Then I realize: One of the women is riding MY BIKE. NOw I know it is my bike, because I have had this bike for about 15 years and it is quite distinctive (pink and grey with yellow accents, no kickstand, broken water bottle holder). As I stand there staring across the parking lot at the people, mouth agape, they seem to get a little nervous and quickly put their (?) bikes away and move off to another area.

WTF ????????????

After returning from shopping, I look in the bike locker, to remove any doubts about it being my bike, and - sure enough - it is mine ( damaged saddle, rusty bolt in handlebars, Cap's bike sticker on it) with the seat raised and the tire pumped up.

I will be posting a nice, but nasty, note in the bike locker this morning and getting a big M-F ing lock to lock the bike up! SO much for being neighborly and trusting of those around you.

Crazy Vancouver Weirdos

What is with all of us who live in the Greater vancouver area? For a 15 minute fireworks display, we are willing to risk life, limb, and sanity?

We went to the fireworks last night. It took us an hour to find parking about 15 blocks from the beach (not the main beach where it was happening, another, supposed ly quieter area), our car was rear-ended, we had to listen to drunken idiots yelling random profanities to no-one in particular, Matito thought it was 'so cool'for about 3 minutes and then wanted to go home, etc, etc...

You get the picture: all in all, a pleasant way to spend a Saturday evening.

Never again.