The last time I owned a bicycle (before it was stolen) was when I lived in Lethbridge, Alberta. It was a children’s bike, much too small for me, but I felt safe on it because, frankly, it was short and I wasn’t scared of tipping over. It was also small enough to legally be ridden on the sidewalk, and I took full advantage of this. There are no bike lanes in Lethbridge. There are, however, a lot of engine-gunnin’, gas-guzzlin’, pickup-drivin’ folk who own the road, or at least like to act like they do. These people shouted slurs and catcalls at me on my bicycle, and on a few occasions, nearly struck me down when trying to cross an intersection. I can’t imagine trying to share the road with them.
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