My car insurance renewal notice came in the mail. I thought about our vacation plans in July, then decided to let my insurance expire. Really, I live 5 km away from the office. There is no good reason for me to drive to and from work everyday. A combination of my love for 2-wheels and my hate for the bus resulted in biking to work 100% of the time. You’ll be seeing a lot more cycling related posts coming up.

About 15 years ago, a friend gave me this cycling jacket. I was getting into cycling and had no money, and she had a spare. I have used this jacket for many miles. For the past few years though, it sat in the closet while I was busy either being pregnant or having little babies to care for. I pulled the jacket out a few weeks ago, since I started biking to work. After years of wear and tear, the laminate inside started falling apart. A trail of white flakes followed me when I wear it. This week, I decided to retire this veteran jacket. Carolyn, thank you for your generosity all those years ago. The jacket had a long life.

We rode our bikes together last weekend. Savanna was seated comfortably on my handlebar and enjoyed the view. Josh had to actually ride his bike. He was determined to break his previous record of a 4-km ride. We made it all the way to Earnest Ice Cream for a treat. We then rode along the seawall back to Kits. By the 9 km mark, his little legs were toast. He fell over while walking his bike to cross a busy street, skinning his knees. I kissed his teary cheeks and smiled, because I am so proud of him!

One morning, I got on the bike just around 6 am to ride to work. The sky was fire-y orange with the sunrise.

At the bike locker at work, there are all these locks hanging there. They are there when I arrive, and they are there when I leave. They look like poor orphans with no owners.

Josh has always been super sweet. I think he is made of sugar. One day last week when I got home, I saw this envelope taped to the door. He had drawn two elephants for me (because they are my favorite animals).

This is me, standing at MEC by the bike service shop. One of the screws on my cleats came loose and disappeared, causing the cleat to spin around in my pedals without disengaging. I nearly fell over at a stop because I couldn’t get my foot out. The bike tech found a spare screw in the backroom and temporarily fixed my cleats so I can ride home. He gave me a speech about how I should have checked my cleats before the ride. It’s one of those moments where I gladly accepted the speech, because, you know, he is right.

At PureBread, I asked Savanna what she would like for a treat. She pointed to the ciabatta bread. I said, Don’t you want a scone or something sweet? She said, No, that one, and pointed again to the ciabatta bread. Ok, kiddo. Your choice!