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You know, a beautiful sunny motorcycle ride in to work somehow makes a Monday far more acceptable.

Damn cagers

It isn't that they're out to get us, at least mostly it isn't. It is just that they don't look, and nearly kill us anyway.

I was riding up Bronson, in the left lane, a couple blocks short of Somerset, when a guy in a station wagon decides to make a right turn in front of me. He doesn't go into the completely clear for a ways behind me right lane, though -- he goes directly across into the left lane, right in front of me. Hard braking and a swerve around him preserved me -- luckily I noticed him inching forward, was ready, and read his wide turn. I wonder if he realized why I honked my horn at him as I came past him. Or did he just think I was an annoying biker?

(edit: I didn't know "cagers" was slang for basketball players. For motorcyclists, it is slang for those people who drive around with 4 walls (that is a cage) around them.)

And a nice evening ride

I decided to go for an evening ride. I did a spin up the Gatineau parkway to Champlain look-out, taking thesheryl along for the ride. It was a very nice evening for a ride, and it was a good ride.