Yoga is for rainy days.

The last week has been like summer (but in winter -wummer?).  So beautiful, that I have spent most of my free time cycling around Montreal, while my schoolwork and yoga pass sit on my kitchen table, untouched.

Sherbrooke and St. Urbain

This winter/spring heat wave has done crazy things to my brain.  I have left my home early in the morning (with every intention of arriving to work early) only to spend the extra time cycling lazily around the city. I have supported the student strike by getting lost for hours in what turns out to be Villeray (I think).  I also got the great idea to cycle up Mont Royal on my way to work one day, which was an ambitious trek for the start of the season (and thrilled my co-workers, im sure).

Following the train tracks.

Basically, this is the best time of the year to be a city cyclist for two reasons: First, there is minimal bicycle congestion due to that fact that many seasonal cyclists don’t start-up again until April.  Second, because it is only the beginning of the busy bicycle season, Montreal drivers are considerably more cautious.  Except cabs; Montreal cabs are rarely ever cautious. Third, it is pre-bixi season (more on that later).

Bicycles (and trees) against the tuition hike.

The temperature has since plummeted back to regular old March weather (drab and drizzly), which is 100% okay by me.  With the sunshine carefully tucked away behind all the gloom, maybe I will actually get something done.

St. Laurent underpass.

Season’s Greetings!

It has been three long months of winter hibernation.  This has mostly meant many long, sweaty metro rides and miserable jaunts in the cold (I swear, next fall I will learn how to winterize my bike).  It’s still cold, and a little wet, but the snow and ice are pretty well gone.

Rainy cycling

Like a disoriented (not to mention groggy and out-of-shape) lady-bear, I have started to wake the hell up.  Thankfully riding a bicycle is like, well riding a bicycle (sorry), and everything is instinctively familiar (ie. how to dodge cabs, pedestrians and car doors).

Grass in March is always a good sign.

Short bike rides through the downtown core have me rediscovering a city that I ignored from December right through to the beginning of March.  “Oh yeah,” I say to myself, “there is a whole world out there,” (outside of my apartment, that is).

Rue University

If commuting from point A to point B and back again (then to point C, back to point A and a quick stop-over at point D, etc) is an inevitable part of a working student’s life, it might as well be enjoyable.  And really, even a drab and gloomy above-ground Montreal is better than an always-congested underground Montreal.

Montreal: Where pedestrians are cars too.

Today I was fortunate enough to experience the season’s first bike-protest head on collision.  Protesting, striking and general shit disturbing are all part of the Montreal experience, and, among other things, it helps our city come alive.

Student strike. Yes, students are striking from school. Only in Quebec is this a given.

Basically, I am thrilled to be out of hibernation.  Please stay tuned in for more bicycle adventures in Montreal 🙂

Birdhouses in city trees.