"We'd like to rent a divorce bike," I told the guy at Urban News, a bicycle shop.
He laughed. "I've never heard them called that," he said as his partner started pulling out two bikes from the racks.
"No." Thane stopped him. "When she said divorce bike, she meant a tandem."
Neither Thane or I had ever ridden a tandem before, and this Cruiseliner was not the bike to start with. Thanks to under-inflated tires, broken seats, and a ridiculously flexible frame, every time we tried to get up a decent pedaling cadence we felt like a squeaky bunny hopping down the trail. It was a good thing all we had planned was a stroll around Stanley Park, maybe six or seven miles. After a very wobbly start and a few panicked early turns, we did okay. It was actually kind of fun to be able to talk to each other as we rode, and I don't think I've heard Thane laugh so much in a long time. Tandem riding won't be a strong force in our future, but it might be fun with a decent bike...if we could quit trying to both captain the bike at the same time. Thane didn't like the lack of control in the rear stoker position. I'm happy to report, however, that no divorce is imminent.
House barges in the harbor near Stanley Park.
I was happy/sad to not find any beach glass at Third Beach in Stanley Park, but the shell debris was lovely.
The Olympic torch near Canada Place. At night the legs slowly change colors.
Primulus are one of the primary flowers chosen for early spring planters along with daffodils and purple pansies.
After our bike ride, our walk back across town was detoured by the filming of a TV pilot episode (I don't know what show). The crew spent over 30 minutes tipping this armored truck over on its side with two two trucks. The tires were braced with 2x lumber, and inflatable bags were laid between the truck and the asphalt. Thane kept wanting them to just drop it and accept the damage in the name of reality...and expedience.
Parked next to the closed section of street was this absolutely ridiculous tiny car. We laughed out loud at it. I can't imagine my big butt even fitting into it.
Itty, bitty irises in the planter box outside the Italian restaurant where we had dinner. The plants were about six inches tall.
The colors reflected in the skyscrapers, mostly apartment buildings, were amazing.
The Canadian Naval fleet (of one) was getting fuel. At least they boomed the ship before fueling.
Float planes in the harbor.
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"We'd like to rent a divorce bike," I told the guy at Urban News, a bicycle shop.
He laughed. "I've never heard them called that," he said as his partner started pulling out two bikes from the racks.
"No." Thane stopped him. "When she said divorce bike, she meant a tandem."
