Friday, July 22, 2011

Planes, trains and automobiles

That's the fitting title of the current exhibit at the Dorval Museum.
It's fitting because Dorval is home to Montreal's Trudeau international airport, so named for our former famous Prime Minister. I had occasion to meeet him briefly in his retirement back in 1997. It's weird to think that I personally met someone with an aiport named after them.

Dorval is also host to a stop on the trans-continental railway, and it's the automobile that made Dorval one of the metropolis' early bedroom communities.

I've been living on the West Island for more than twenty years and only recently became aware that Dorval had a museum. It's on Lakeshore Blvd. which is my usual commuting route.

There's something about scooter commuting that invites small digressions. I chalk it up to a number of factors:
  • The pace is a little more leisurely.
  • You are connected to the path you follow because the sounds, sights and smells are experienced more intimately than in a car.
  • It's somehow easier to stop and check things out because the scooter is small and so manoeuvrable.
  • You tend to take more quiet routes where there are more interesting things to see.
The Dorval Museum is a case in point. I had noticed it during my commutes, tucked away along the lake, a stone's throw from the Forest & Stream Club.  I have a previous post on the club that you can get to by clicking here.

Thursday morning I took a few minutes out to explore. I parked my Vespa at the back of the empty parking lot where there's flagstone path leading to the water's edge.
The museum is only open in the afternoon so I peered through the window for a glimpse of what this tiny museum might have to offer.

I was a little surprised to find a moped in the museum, although finding a lifesize plane, train or even automobile would have been shocking. That serendipitous find dovetails nicely with the two-wheeled theme here.
I made a mental note to pop in sometime this summer to see what else this little gem has to offer and find out the story of that moped.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

One of these things does not belong

Imagine my surprise.

I've seen a bike like this before of course. In Washington this past April.

No, I doubt that anyone rode the bike here and docked it.  BIXI supplies the DC Capital Bikeshare equipment and somehow one of those bikes slipped into the Montreal network.

I wonder if there are Montreal branded BIXIs in DC or Toronto?  Kind of like a public bike exchange program.

On my way back to the office 20 minutes later, the DC bike was gone. If I didn't have the picture to prove to myself that my eyes didn't deceive me I might be thinking I had hallucinated the whole thing.

Do you think the guy might be pedalling back to DC?

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Night Ride

Is your riding confined to daylight?

Mine is, mostly.  Night rides are nice because they are exceptions.

Cool, dark glides on quiet roads with the glow of instruments for mood lighting.

The reassuring feeling of control emanating from the dashboard instruments in sharp contrast to the night, cloaking familiar scenes, now more sensed than seen.

Moonlight silvery on the lake.  Moths streeking in bright trails silently by my visor.

Truly a special scooter commuter's treat. Almost makes up for working late.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Crazy ... hazy days of summer

 I just love, love, love this time of year.

There is nothing quite as soothing and relaxing as looking out over a lake in summer and seeing a far shore veiled in haze.  That's what greeted me today, five minutes into my morning commute.

Friday, July 8, 2011

This bridge won't burn!

Wikimedia Commons photo
 I finally did it!

In the end it wasn't nearly as death-defying as anyone might expect.  On my lunch hour I crossed the Victoria Bridge.

The title for this post hints at the fact that the bridge is made of cast iron, and the bridge piers are constructed of huge granite blocks.  It's the oldest of Montreal's bridges, having been built in the 1850's, yet it's the only one that isn't in imminent danger of catastrophic collapse.

View Victoria-bridge in a larger map
The Google map for this post was generated with my Iphone using a free GPS tracking app.  I have no clue how interactive it will be until I submit the post.  This is the first map I'm embedding.  Fingers crossed. [ed.: well that worked!]

The issue with the Victoria Bridge is that it has a metal grid deck.  It's legendary among drivers and there are quite a number who won't use the bridge because a) it makes cars squirm, and b) you can see the water below if you look down at the roadway.

I more or less knew what to expect because the Charlevoix bridge across the Lachine Canal that I cross almost daily has the same decking.  But the Charlevoix is a tiny bridge, relatively speaking, and there's always traffic, so you cross it at maybe 30 km/h.

You don't even find out about the posted limit on the Victoria until you're on the bridge.  And the bridge approach is long and convoluted enough, with a tunnel on the approach, so you don't even get to see the bridge until you're committed to it.

It turns out that the posted speed limit on the bridge is a very reasonable, reassuring, and quite comfortable 50 km/h.

To err on the side of caution I approached this ride in full ATGATT (ed.: all the gear, all the time - for the benefit of the non-rider readers out there).  Corazzo 5.0 armored jacket, motorcycle gloves, Nolan N102 modular full-face helmet, my hiking boots, and even zipped up the legs on my Tourmaster Caliber pants to close the open gaps on my thighs that provide much-needed summer ventilation.  Buzz Aldrin wasn't wearing much more gear when he set out for his celebrated moon walk.

To make sure I documented this life-altering ride to its full historic potential, I made sure before setting out that my my Garmin StreetPilot i5 GPS unit was up and running, and that my Iphone was well positioned to capture video of the ride.
GPS and Iphone on RAM mounts
I was a little disappointed because there was a maintenance van on the bridge that backed up the traffic.  We crawled onto the bridge.  Traffic eventually maxed out at 51 km/h as reported by my Garmin StreetPilot i5 GPS unit.  The squirm factor was quite pronounced, and was more nerve-wracking on a powered two-wheeler than at the wheel of a car.  The bike not only squirms in the horizontal plane (i.e. side-to-side) but also in the vertical plane (i.e. the wheels sway left and right under you, as if you were alternately leaning left, then right).

I'll revisit this post to add a Youtube video of this very memorable crossing.

[ed.: here's that video]


The return trip across the bridge proved to be more in line with my expectations.  The traffic was lighter and sailing across at a good clip.  My GPS showed 71 km/h when I glanced at it.  I can't say that the squirm got any worse really.  I wondered what it would feel like to perform an evasive procedure on that surface.  The nice thing about a bridge is that there are no squirrels; the nice thing about a bridge with a metal deck is that there are no sewer covers, and best of all, no !"/%$?/\#!! pot-holes, so there was nothing to evade.  Just as well because with all the squirming going on, I was in no mind to experiment.

My visor was up, and about halfway across the span a large-ish bug did a suicide run at my face, clipping me on the left cheek.  I took the chance of taking my left hand off the handlebars to close the visor.

Thank heavens I did, because when I got to the final third of the bridge, whatever the insects were, they were rising from the sides of the bridge and coming at me by the tens.  It was like the battle of Britain.  OK, that's an exaggeration.  I felt better shields-up though I can tell you.

My big adventure was tempered, and put into much-needed perspective, when I pulled up beside a guy about my age on a much smaller 50cc two-stroke scoot stopped at the first traffic light on the Montreal side of the bridge.  There he sits: shorts, short-sleeved shirt, glove-less, loafers, and an open-faced helmet.

He sees me, shoots me a great big beaming smile, and, in inimitable Québécois French says "Ça brasse en titi s'ul pont, einh?" which, loosely translated, means "It really sways on the bridge, eh?"

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Lachine Village

Lachine Borough Town Hall
My usual route into work takes me along St-Joseph boulevard through the heart of old Lachine village.  St-Joseph boulevard is the continuation of Lakeshore road and it is in the village of Lachine that the Lachine Canal begins.  The canal is a 19th century work that allowed shipping to bypass the formidable Lachine rapids.  The canal opens at the eastern end of Lake St-Louis and heads downstream towards the port of Montreal.

The Montreal borough of Lachine takes its name from a massive, shameless, 17th century, bold-faced, lie.

Unwilling to admit to their capricious royal patrons in Europe that they had failed to find a westward passage to the riches of India and China, the european explorers called the westernmost place they could reach in their exploration "Lachine", or la Chine in French, or China in English; and the indigenous inhabitants of North America they called "Indians".  Asked if they had gotten to China and India, their reply was a disingenuous mais oui!

There you go, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, sort of.  I can do no better than to give the last word on this to Mark Twain who famously observed that "a lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes".

Lachine, before the advent of the Lachine Canal, was the jumping off point for the great fur trade.   From here voyageurs headed up the St-Lawrence in huge cargo canoes towards the great lakes.  Fortified warehouses were built to store the furs eventually bound for the port of Montreal on their way to old Europe.  Some of those buildings are still standing.
Lachine Fur Trade Museum
Today, the waterfront in the Lachine village is a mix of residential properties and charming restaurants.
Il Fornetto - one of the many restaurants in the Lachine Village
 Sitting in the middle of the village is the stately borough town hall, that you can see in the first photo in this post.

Across the way is the oldest portion of the lachine canal that today serves mainly as a landscape element in the linear park that follows the shore.

Further east, just beyond the village, pleasure boaters can enter the first of several locks that eventually lead all the way to the port of Montreal where there is a marina right at the foot of old Montreal.

My scooter commute traces most of that path, breaking off and crossing the canal at the Charlevoix bridge where I head into the downtown core.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Outremont

It's Monday, July 4, 2011, and though it's Independence Day for the lucky folks in the US, it's the first day back to work for me.  Maybe that's why I couldn't keep my fingers out of the frame when I took the picture.

I decided to take a northern route to the office that takes me through the Montreal borough of Outremont, a very upscale neighborhood on the north slope of Mount Royal.
The northern portion of Outremont, that's to say the part below Cote Ste-Catherine road, sits on a gentle slope and is laid out on a fairly straightforward grid.  The streets feature either detached or semi-detached brick and stone cottages on lots that are narrow but deep rectangles.  Typically each home has a driveway leading to either a free-standing garage, or a garage that is part of the home, but that is accessed at the rear of the property.

In some cases, particularly towards the eastern reach of the municipality, the homes are row houses with an alleyway in the rear for access to garages or sheds in the yard.
As you can see, Outremont is an oasis of green and relative calm that sits close to downtown.  It's large nineteenth and early twentieth century homes make it a desirable location with home prices to match.

The corner of Fairmont and Hutchison towards the northeastern edge of the town is where you'll find the Croissanterie Figaro.  I've mentioned this delightful corner café in a post last year which you can find by clicking here.  If you look very carefully you can just spot my Vespa LX150 parked at the curb.
In no time a fresh croissant and bowl of café au lait is there to serve as a very gentle and genteel introduction back to my work-a-day scoot commute.
Jealous yet? You should be :)

As always, there's more to come.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Business and pleasure

The past two weeks have been hectic.

A conference to attend in Colorado Springs, followed by a summer getaway, first to Bryce Canyon in Utah (nature in all its glory), then to Las Vegas, Nevada (a blitz of glitz, glitz, glitz).

Both places were a lot of fun and relaxation at both ends of the spectrum.  Just the ticket to change things up and refresh my perspective.
Life on two wheels has therefore been on the back burner, but I do have this to share which is kind of relevant.
Two intrepid Las Vegas police officers making a traffic stop on Las Vegas Boulevard, in the middle lane, on bicycles.

I don't imagine the driver was much of a scofflaw, but it would have been cool if he had made a break for it, just to see those two officers hell bent for leather in hot pursuit.

The scoot commute resumes in earnest tomorrow, weather permitting.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Scratch that :(

Publicists for the Larry Crowne movie offered to let me run a little contest here but things are just too hectic at the moment and I just can't devote the time required to do it in a timely way.

If you want to see Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts scooting through life, check out the movie when it opens near you.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Monday June 20 is Ride to Work Day!

It's a new chapter in my blogging experience, because my Ride-to-Work Day post is coming to you from the west coast on Scootin Old Skool, Orin O'Neil's world famous scooter blog.

Check it out by clicking here.

And watch this space in the coming day or so because I've got an interesting contest for you to enter and I'll be giving away a prize that could keep you scooting in style for a week or more.

Stay tuned!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Toronto Rocks!!!

Another very important conference to attend in Toronto, another remarkable success.  It's really nice to be on a roll.  Here's hoping my luck holds until October 26, 2011.  I'll spare you the details because it has nothing to do with my blog, and I apologize for being cryptic.

If I've piqued your curiosity, and you just can't help yourself, you will soon be able to see what it's all about at www.cscs.org, but I warn you, if the words "shareholder democracy" don't really resonate with you, don't bother.  If they do, maybe we should talk.

So what do I have to share with you?

More of the same: a glimpse of life on two wheels in Canada's financial capital.

First, here are Toronto's BIXIs at the corner of Bay street.
Then, have a look at this collection of Vespas parked on the sidewalk just east of Bay street on Wellington (there's nothing wrong with your speakers, I deleted the audio track which was just annoying street noise).
I know, I know, that last one's not a Vespa.  Still, six scooters and five of them Vespas on a single block, wow!

And then this trio down on Queen's Quay on the waterfront (although the one that looks like a PX may actually be a Stella).
Way to go Toronto!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Thoughts on my windshield

I installed the Cuppini tall windscreen just as the winter ended and the 2011 riding season started.

It made a BIG difference riding in low temperatures (10C to -5C).

Now that the weather is summer-ish, it's also making a BIG difference: it's too hot!

Here, in no particular order, are my observations on the tall windscreen:
  • Riding with the tall windscreen means my visor was always up.  Not a bad thing really.
  • The wind comes from behind me with the windscreen.  The windscreen creates a trailing vacuum.  When it's cold, I get a cold draft on my back.  When it's raining, the back of my rain jacket looks like the back window of an SUV, all covered in dirt and road grime.
  • Riding in the rain and seeing though both a rain-speckled windshield and a rain-speckled visor is distracting at best.  At night it's a bad recipe.
  • Heading into late afternoon sun, the windshield seems to make it much more difficult to see what's going on with side streets.  The too high contrast combined with glare make it difficult to see cars and pedestrians on those street corners.
  • The windscreen keeps some rain off my body, but not as much as I expected, particularly in the city driving I do.  It doesn't make any difference because I wear rain gear.  But if you're thinking that a tall windshield will help you stay dry, think again.
  • My Vespa sounds completely different with the windscreen on.  I hear all types of rattles and mechanical sounds with the screen on, particularly, I think, a kind of whine from the transmission.  I know what you're thinking, but no, there's nothing wrong with the transmission, it's just been thoroughly inspected and cleaned when my drive belt was changed last week.
  • The Cuppini mounting hardware could stand improvement.  Unlike the Vespa OEM mounts, the Cuppini mounts are all metal.  When I removed the windscreen on Saturday, the left mount came out easily once I loosened the bolt, but the right one was a whole other story.  I had to disassemble the headset and remove the right turn indicator so I could get a pair of vice-grips to lock onto the longish split sleeve piece and wrench it out.  I'm in the market for some Vespa mounts.
  • Cleaning the windscreen certainly isn't a chore, but it's one more thing to do before I can hop on my bike and go.
  • I can REALLY hear my turn indicator beeper.  Even traveling on an expressway at 95 km/h I can hear the beeper quite well.  It's only faintly audible without the windscreen at those speeds.
  • I got the tall windscreen because it's the only one that extends in front of the hand grips.  That cover for the hands makes commuting in cold weather MUCH more comfortable.  My hands still get a little cold with Corazzo winter gauntlets on, but not thoroughly chilled like they used to.
  • On my commute last Friday, a bird flew into scooter hitting the front near or just below the headlight and partially on the windshield.  It didn't hit very hard, fluttered there for a second struggling to break free from the air forcing it onto the bike, slid off the windshield, and continued on its way, flying up into the trees on the opposite side of the road.  I don't know whether the windshield helped me or not, helped the bird or not, or even disoriented the bird causing the strike.  I mention it only because it relates in some fashion to the windscreen. 
After riding with the windscreen for April and May, and after giving it a lot of thought, I've decided to cut the windscreen down to mid-height. Many members on Modern Vespa seem to prefer the mid-height screen and that counts for a lot.

Based on my personal experience to date, the advantages of not having to look through the screen in the rain and at night, plus perhaps the opportunity to direct more air to my helmet where I can control air flow with the visor and helmet vents, are benefits that are important to me.

The potential disadvantage is that I won't like the way the air will flow once the screen is cut down.

The risk is that I won't be happy with the result and I will have wasted a $95 windshield.  I can live with that.

There are detailed instructions on the Modern Vespa forum for cutting down windscreens.  If I didn't have access to a qualified expert, I'd tackle the job myself.

I'm lucky though because the local glass and mirror shop is recommended by the local motorsports dealer and has plenty of experience cutting down motorcycle windscreens.  I pulled into their parking lot on Saturday, and I had barely stepped into the shop when the person at the cash asked if I wanted my windscreen cut down.  Now that's experience.

They will do the job for $35. So that seals it.

If I bring it in next Saturday morning, they'll have the job done by noon. Last Sunday before taking the windscreen off I set up a tripod in the garage and took these pictures with masking tape at three different heights showing where the screen might be cut down to:
I decided to cut it down to the lowest of the three positions.  Before coming to that conclusion, I taped a large piece of parchment paper (the type you use to line baking sheets) across the windshield to make it easier to picture what I could see without looking through the windscreen.

I look forward to riding the bike with the mid-height screen.  I'll only post this when I've tried the screen after it's cut.

Getting the windshield mounts off my Vespa once I removed the windshield turned out to be a challenge and more of a chore than I would have liked.

When I loosened the compression nuts, the left side mount came off without a fuss.

The right side mount got loose, but wouldn't come out of the receiver for love or money.

In the end I had to dismantle the headset, loosen the right turn indicator, get all that plastic out of the way to expose the mount, and then wrestle the mount out of the receiver with a pair of vice grips.

I had read on the Modern Vespa forum that the Cuppini mounts could get stuck that way and that the Vespa mounts were better, with the compression sleeve or the expansion nut piece being made of vinyl instead of metal.

So I took one of the mounts to the Vespa dealer thinking I'd order a pair of Vespa OEM mounts.

After a chat with the mechanics there, they said they had a strong preference for the type of mount I already have. They say that the Vespa mounts can sometimes become loose and dislodge. They have seen this happen often enough that they prefer to use, and they recommend, the metal mounts.

They acknowledge however that the metal mounts sometimes become jammed because loosening the compression nuts on the expansion sleeve won't allow the sleeve to back off the expansion bolt at the far end of the mount, which is what happened to one of my mounts.

They then showed me the foolproof, if somewhat counter-intuitive, solution: whack the mount in further with a mallet.

The reason this always works is that there is a collar on the expansion sleeve that rests against the receiver on the handlebar and prevents the expansion sleeve from going in any further once it's properly seated.

Whacking the mount forces the mount to slide further in, but the collar holds the sleeve in place, which, of course, forces the expansion bolt, which is screwed onto the end of the mount, out of the compression sleeve and, presto, the mount slides free. You mustn't whack too hard, so as not to damage any surrounding tender bits.

If I had thought about this some more, I might have remembered how to adjust bicycle handle bars which requires a similar procedure: loosen the bolt, then whack it with a mallet. Same problem, same solution.

The dealer's mechanics also recommend i) greasing the expansion sleeve when you install the mount (unfortunately, I hadn't), and ii) not over tightening the compression nuts (thankfully, I hadn't).

It's amazing what you learn chatting with the pros.

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I dropped off the windshield at Vitrerie Lanthier on St-Charles boulevard yesterday morning and picked it up a few hours later, minus some height.

I now have a custom windshield for my Vespa.  I mounted it yesterday.  To minimize later removal issues, I greased the metal mounts, then applied teflon plumber's tape to the part that slips into the receiver and took care not to over-tighten the compression nuts.  Hopefully that will do the trick.
Here is a three-sixty-five view of the cut-down windshield.

I like the way the bike looks with the lower screen, of that there's no doubt whatever.

I am anxious to test it out, but the weather is not really cooperating.

Once I give it a go, particularly on the expressway, I'll write up my impressions here and then publish this post.

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I took the Vespa for a spin on Sunday.  Beaconsfield boulevard west and then Lakeshore Road to Ste-Anne de Bellevue.  It's a nice scenic ride, about 15 minutes in each direction.

The cut-down windscreen makes a difference indeed.  I can see over the windshield and that's really nice, I get the airflow to my face, and I also get more air to my upper body, while my hands stay protected.  It's all good... except... the noise I get from the air hitting my helmet is substantial.

I may have cut the screen too short, and I may need earplugs to cope with the noise.

It's still premature to conclude on this experiment.  I need to get a few commutes done with the cut down windscreen.  Once I've done that, I'll come back and edit this post to add a conclusion of sorts.

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 Coming to this post a little later: my conclusions on the windscreen adventure.


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I've been riding all summer with that cut down windshield and it's time to wrap this post up.

With all the heat we've been having I removed the windshield this past Saturday (July 23rd, 2011) and have gotten in a mix of riding on local roads, highways, and expressways.

The difference is night and day.  I've summarized my impressions in a table below. The formatting is a little awkward, but I think it's a good way to set out my impressions.

Full
height
Mid-height windshield No
windshield
View Some glare and
reflection.

Noticeably difficult in the rain.
See over the
windshield
Unrestricted
Air
flow
Virtually no air
flow to the front.

Air pocket causes a reverse breeze

to the back, sucks road dirt

onto the rider's back


Air is directed to the top half

of the rider's head.

The airflow is turbulent,

increasing noise substantially.

Even airflow to the

Upper body.
Low
speed (0-25 mph - 0-40 km/h)
Feel insulated from
the

road.
Turbulent air to the
helmet is

felt, increasing noise in the

helmet.
Just plain scooter
fun.
Medium
speed ( 25-45 mph - 40-72 km/h)
No air. Period.

Still feel insulated from the

road.
Nice airflow to the
upper body and head

 but little to the hands.

Great for cooler temps.

Turbulent air causes substantial noise

in the helmet.
Significant airflow
to the upper body

and face, ride with visor half to 3/4 closed.
Hi-speeed
(> 45 mph - 72 km/h)
Bike sounds
different.

Turn signal beeper clearly

heard at high speed.

No significant wind, ride

with visor fully up.

No windblast to the
upper

body or head.

Ride with visor half

open.

No strain on the upper body.

Need earplugs for the noise.

Little airflow to the hands.
Heavy windblast to
the

upper body and head.

Neck muscles strain against

the wind pressure to the helmet.

Ride with visor cracked open.

Ample airflow to the hands, very cold

 in spring and fall.
Handling Difficult to take
the scooter off the

center-stand without hitting

the windshield.

Inability to lean over the headset

reduces leverage when manoeuvering

without the motor (parking).

Marginal increase in top speed.
No low-speed
handling issues.

At high speed, increased stability

and marginal increase in top

speed.
Less stability at
high speed, mainly

due to the wind blast forces

on the upper body.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Gawkers' Paradise + Need for Speed

The annual F1 bash is in town, and things are hopping!

It's the ultimate boys' dream weekend: a visual cornucopia of hot cars and hot women, and many of them are fast too.

I was fast too this week. But my kind of thrill would leave the F1 crowd yawning.

I had a 7:30 breakfast meeting on Thursday and planned to leave the house at 6:15.

A few moments' distraction and a last minute search for some stuff and the Vespa clock was reading 6:41 a.m. as I rolled out of the driveway.

Some mental math as I cruised along Beaconsfield Boulevard at 30 km/h, wary of the police speed trap that is a regular feature of the morning commute, suggested that I wouldn't make it on time.

So I took a route I've never taken on two wheels before.  Autoroute 20 from St-Charles to the Ville Marie Expressway and off at the Guy street exit right downtown.

For the most part the volume of traffic kept the pace between 80 and 90 km/h.  At those speeds the Vespa LX150 cruises comfortably with some oomph in reserve.

For a good stretch on the West Island portion I was wide open throttle though. There was little headwind and I hit 76 mph indicated on the Vespa speedometer.

My now ancient Garmin Streetpilot i5 was cooperating for once, and on that stretch at 76 mph indicated speed I was pacing traffic in the right lane at a GPS-verified 105 km/h (65 mph).  More importantly, I was comfortable cruising along at that speed. Without a windscreen.

That's a personal two-wheel land speed record for yours truly, and quite a high speed thrill.

It's one of the reasons I don't need to sit in the grandstand at the Senna corner on the F1 track to get my kicks.

That's why I was very happy to give those tickets for Sunday's race to a close and very deserving friend who will get a thrill from the experience.

Win-Win! Grin!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Visiting Vampires

Now that's Costanza parking!  And it's the only good thing about going for my annual blood test.

The only person who parked closer to the outpatient entrance at the Lakeshore General Hospital this morning was the person who locked their bicycle to the railing outside the door.  Plus it's free, unlike the parking lot.

 Now you know I'm not referring real vampires, just the kind who are registered nurses wielding hypodermics and test vials.

Speaking of mythical people, this newsworthy pic just in from the "what have you done for me lately" department, that I shot on the way into the office:
Guess you're not laughing now, are you Santa?  More like "Heave-Ho!" than "Ho! Ho! Ho!".

I guess that proves that anything can be recycled.

I wonder if the guys in the recycling truck are going to tie-wrap him to their front bumper?

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Market Lunch

Ever since my daughter's high school trip to Spain, I have a thing for Spanish olive oil.

The Spaniards have a thing for it themselves, because they certainly don't export much of it. That means you have to go out of your way to find it.

One place where you can find it, and a variety to boot,  is at Olive & Épices in the Jean Talon Market.  That's where I headed at lunchtime yesterday to pick up some Fuente Baena olive oil produced by Olivarera Nª Sª Guadalupe in Baena, a town of about 20,000 inhabitants in Spain's Córdoba province. Pure heaven in a bottle.

Once I had my prize in hand I grabbed a bite to eat from a tiny Moroccan eatery.  My grilled lamb sandwich was as tasty as it was inexpensive.

Parking is at a premium at the market, but not if you ride a scooter.

I like to think that riding a Vespa makes parking even easier because the appeal of the classic Vespa design only adds to the scene, so that a Vespa, parked where cars or motorcycles might be unwelcome, doesn't offend.

In fact it's the opposite. You get smiles and appreciation.

How nice is that?
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