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I had to get home today from the karate studio. That is roughly eight kilometres. It was rush hour. It is a touch ironic that the slowest traffic times are called 'rush hour.' Luckily, I had my bicycle. I found a phone booth (no small feat), changed into my cape, and took off.
It was mostly a lovely ride. I ended up behind a bus that kept stopping at all of the bus stops. Imagine that. I finally got sick of it. Bathurst St was getting too crowded, and the cars were too close to the curb for me to get around them. I left Bathurst St.
After traveling up the side roads for as far as I could, I ended up directly behind that same bus. Finally, I was able to get around it at Sheppard.
After that, it was mostly clear sailing. My friends, I beat the bus getting home. This is not a statement of any physical prowess on my part. Rather, it is a statement of the deplorable driving conditions in Toronto.
The more I drive here, the more I like my bicycle.
It is bedtime.