The Irregulars
When I go out with my bike club buddies on an extra ride that is not an official club ride, we call ourselves The Irregulars (since it isn't a regular club ride).
I was lining up this photo with western Toronto (Etobicoke) and a wind powered generator in the background when someone behind me called out. It was a security guard from Ontario Place offering to take the photo so I could be included. She even suggested I retrieve my bike from a nearby fence where I had leaned it. "Without your bike you would look like you are a party crasher."
Little acts of kindness like this really make you feel good about the world despite the steady stream of ugly news we are subjected to on a daily basis.
The Irregulars
When I go out with my bike club buddies on an extra ride that is not an official club ride, we call ourselves The Irregulars (since it isn't a regular club ride).
I was lining up this photo with western Toronto (Etobicoke) and a wind powered generator in the background when someone behind me called out. It was a security guard from Ontario Place offering to take the photo so I could be included. She even suggested I retrieve my bike from a nearby fence where I had leaned it. "Without your bike you would look like you are a party crasher."
Little acts of kindness like this really make you feel good about the world despite the steady stream of ugly news we are subjected to on a daily basis.