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Toronto cyclists may hate Igor kenk, but they must also blame themselves
Toronto cyclists may hate Igor kenk, but they must also blame themselves
Nicole and I continued South towards the #2 eventually crossing the 401. The land scape had become much flatter and the riding much easier. Not to mention the fact that there was a good shoulder and traffic was much lighter than the 7. Trenton was a strange little town with …
Well I made it home for PRIDE just like I promised I would. In fact I had made it with a few days to spare. None of my clothes fit me here anymore having lost 4 inches off my waist and 30lbs total! Z and I on our way to …
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning determined to make it home to Toronto come Hell or high-water. I figured that it was around 210 km and if I just kept riding, even at a moderate pace of 20km/h I could be home to sleep in my own bed. …
The ferry was pretty uneventful. I was grouped together with the motorcyclists and we were the first to board and the first off. I ate on board and it tasted exactly like BC ferries! In fact the only real difference was that the smell of the air was different since …
Justine and I rode together for the first part of the day. We stopped for breakfast in this little town in a restaurant that was a converted bank. It still had the vault in place. We seperated when I headed South through Manitoulin Island and she continued East through Sudbury. …