No, not because we recently celebrated our 4th anniversary of owning our home. Nope.
Not because I impatiently haul-ass through the Eaton Centre getting annoyed with tourists who randomly stop in the middle of an aisle.
Not because I expect everyone in front of me in the coffee shop line to a) know their order AND b) have their money ready to pay.
No. Not those reasons.
Last night, I fell off my bike.
I was riding home from the local (and BEST) Thai restaurant with a backpack filled with panang chicken and Khao Soi Beef.*
I wasn't going fast. There were no cars right behind me.
I was trying to make a left and my wheels got stuck in the streetcar tracks.
That is how I know I'm a city girl. Everyone who rides a bike in this city either gets doored** or gets stuck in the streetcar tracks at some point.
Don't have a streetcar? Tracks look like this:
They weave all across the roads and are the PERFECT size for bike tires to get stuck in.
So yeah - I fell. I'm fine (no really, Mom. I'm fine). Just a few bruises.
You want to know what caused me to get the most upset?
I was at a busy intersection, surrounded by people, and NOT ONE person asked if I was okay. I wasn't surprised that no one rushed to my side (even though they TOTALLY could have), but I was shocked that no one asked about my well-being as I hobbled across the road, walking my bike with the bent fender to the sidewalk.
Guess they are all city people too?
Ugh - I hope that isn't what living in the city is all about. People just minding their own business (unless, of course, they see something worth taking a picture of and tweeting it to the world. OOHHH. A vintage fork! Ooohh!! A snoozing TTC fare collector). Looking at their phones. Watching girls fall off their bikes and just staring.
So ya. I'm a city girl. I ride my bike to get take-out Thai. Fall off my bike by getting stuck in the streetcar tracks. And then on the way home I ride past two disgusting things...a guy peeing in an alley, and another being...serviced....in an alley. Yes....all that happened in a span of 5 minutes.***
* No Thai food was harmed. Thank goodness.
** being 'doored' is when a driver opens its car door into the bike lane causing the cyclist to ride right into the door.
*** Yes - I need to stop riding in the alleys. I was a little shaken up and didn't want to ride on the road. Thought it would be 'safer'.
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