I recently biked from Niagara to Toronto. Here are some takeaways.
 

1) You can always depend on the kindness of strangers.

– Two old retired couples biking passed you in the middle of nowhere as you attempt to change your flat tire for the first time ever without any of the proper tools will stop on their own accord, take out their own tools and help you. That’s just fantastic.
– Random residents whose house you pass by will gladly refill your waterbottle, along with the 15 other people you’re with.

2) Bikers are the nicest people on earth. (The non-hardcore Tour de France ones)

Seriously. (The Tour de France ones are just assholes)

3) It’s strange how careless my biking quickly became once I was in Toronto.

I think it’s something subconscious about being in my  city that I carelessly assume I know like the back of my hand.

4) It’s funny how after a big accomplishment, you go around justifying every guilty pleasure by assuring yourself you deserve it.

Should I really order the most expensive item on the menu? Well I just biked from Niagara, so yes, I deserve it. Should I really sleep in and do nothing all day? Well, I certainly deserve to. Do I really need this much ice cream? I deserve it dammit!

5) You also get to excuse every little mistake you make.

Why is my grammar so bad? Oh whatever, I’m just super-exhausted from the ride. Why do the anchors on Fox News sound like they’re making sense? I must still be recovering from the ride.

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