Welcome to Shithole ON, Canada

This weekend was beautiful for a bicycle ride. I really enjoy my bike, best money ever spent. Even better deal than my golf clubs because it doesn’t cost $32 (a buck a kilometre) to ride my bike around the bay. I never did make it around the bay this weekend. Friday the boss man let us off work at one o’clock so I grabbed the bike and rode through Gage Park. “Its Your Festival” was on this weekend. Most of the vendors were still setting up so it was way to early for music. I walked my bike through the park and then rode out the east end of the city, hung a left on Grays Rd to the lake, hung another left and rode to the lift bridge. Always a nice ride along the waterfront, lots to see!!! (All you manly men give yourself the silent wink and invisible handshake.) Rode out to the lighthouse and then back along the canal to the bay side and retraced my path through Confederation Park to the Grays Rd entrance again. Just like Forest Gump I turned and rode to the lift bridge again. When I was hungry I ate, when I was thirsty I drank, when I had to, you know, I hid behind a bush. At some point I stopped along a sheltered part of the beach, took off my sandals and got my feet wet. Removed my shirt to try and fade the golfers tan from the previous weekend. Even skipped a few stones. On the ride home I stopped at Gage Park, sat on the grass in the shade of a big tree and listened to a blues band. I sat through the whole set so either they were pretty good or I just needed the rest. That was the start to a pretty good weekend and it didn’t cost me a dime. Because I’m broke from my golf weekend the rest of my long weekend was bout the same, maybe just different bike routes. Both Chedoke and King’s Forest have public trails running through the golf courses and I stopped to watch more than a few shots. If I can’t afford to play at least I can walk my bike through a beautiful setting and watch golf. And it really is a nice relaxing way to spend a day. The Hamilton Waterfront, that I visited a few times this weekend, was packed with tourists. The trolley bus, that normally is empty, was full of blue hairs. Both waterfronts were crowded with walkers, cyclists and rollerbladers (my personal favourite, silent manly nod). I noticed and was very impressed with how clean the parks are, apart from for all the bird shit. The fowl population is flourishing along the bay front. A few times I had to slow to give a family of geese the right of way, I don’t need mom hissing at me. My cycling weekend in Shithole Hamilton was so moving that I thought I would blog about it. Until Karl gave me the extra inspiration needed to write this blog the wind was kinda taken out of my sails. On one of my last trips back from under the high-level bridge, written on the walkway, in fairly nice hand-writing (considering it was written with a spray paint can) were the words; I fucked your daughter last night.