To The Park, To The Bank, To The Store ... ta da...

Thursday, April 10. After two beautiful sunny 19 degree days, I decided to wait until Thursday, with a temperature of !0 measly breezy degrees to bring Breehy out on the road again. All wrapped up in winter fleece and fingerless mittens, I dragged her out of her winter hibernation in our basement, and climbed on up.

Oh oh. Something didn't click right ... actually the gears were clicking way too much. I thought maybe the panniers were somehow interfering with the chain, so I took them off, but no difference, so back in the house I went.

However, Steve to the rescue. He rode that pretty pink bike up and down the driveway, changing gears and figuring everything out perfectly. Seems like one of the sprockets in a low gear was sort off damaged, so as long as I didn't change gears, everything would be fine. I'm not one to change gears, anyway, so it was all good, and off we headed to the Hydro line path and Holland Park.

There was tons of spring colour here, not counting my red nose and fingertips.

Spring is by far the prettiest season here on the Lower Mainland of BC.

Back home in Newfoundland, Autumn wins by a country mile.

It looks like Autumn in this pic, even though it's not. But I wonder do you see what I see? Something that doesn't belong in a beautiful place like Holland Park?

A dandelion! My goodness. Someone call the Weed Police. (No, not that kind of weed. I think that other kind is legal in Holland Park, according to the aroma that abounds in the air.)

So, on we rode. Our first mission of the day was to go to the Royal Bank, because a certain someone who I gave my bank card to so he could go to the beer store so my husband wouldn't be cantankerous, forgot I changed my pin number, causing my card to be useless. (I know that's illegal, both bankwise and grammatically, but let's not bother with either.)

Once again in Surrey, our bike-friendly city, there was no bike rack near the bank, so I wheeled Breehy in to the lobby. No security guard there either, so I just kept wheeling her into the bank itself and we got in line. That's when the security guard came over and told me I couldn't bring a bike inside.

I said, 'There's no bike rack.'

She said, 'Leave it in the lobby.'

I said, 'No. If I can't lock her one, it's staying with me.'

(I have enough sense not to refer to Breehy as female when talking to strangers. I don't want to see the nice young men in their nice white coats waiting by the door for me.)

Anyway, the guard just walked away. If the bank has to hire security for their patrons and cash, I'm certainly not taking chances on someone walking away with my bike. 

Next stop was Save On Foods for a red pepper, some mushrooms, and some delicious Cheese Buns. I decided to check my blood pressure while I was there. I must say, it's never been this low before - if anyone reading this knows anything about blood pressure and realized I'm about to keel over and die, please let me know. I'm sure it's okay. However, it might explain why I get dizzy sometimes. 

So, shopping accomplished, we headed home, along King George Boulevard. I didn't realize there was construction on the way, but all that meant was I had to walk a bit of uphill sidewalk to pass by, and that was all right with me. My leg muscles were a bit wishy washy by then anyway.

This new piece of architecture is right beside the sky train station. I'm not sure my thoughts exactly, but I don't think I'd want to work in a top floor. I'm sure I'd feel like hanging on with every step I took. Strange looking edifice, if you ask me.

This wasn't an adventure, really, but I'm hoping some real humdingers will follow. Keep tuned.