Ready to RIDE!

Thank you to all who have donated to my Enbridge Ride to Conquer Cancer (go ahead and donate if you haven't and want to!). 

I am amped and ready to roll!!!

My bicycle's chain is greased and my tires are pumped (my rubber is a little scarred so could you ask the Universe to save the flats for when I get home!).

By the way, my bike's name is Rosea. She's a red DeVinci Silverstone II. I've asked her to keep me safe for the weekend, to which she has already complied!

Big shout out to Hillary for volunteering to pick me up tomorrow at 4:45am!!! and drive me to the start! What a trooper. I am SO GRATEFUL!! Yes it's Vancouver to Seattle, starting in Surrey!

I am riding the Challenge Course which is 160km a day!

My phone will be shut off for the entire weekend and I won't have my computer - will post to my blog when I'm back.

We know about the rain. I'm packing Hot Shots (thanks Hora Li and a happy smiling face. At least the temperatures will be warm.

Be nice to roll around somewhere I've never been.
With all of you, your friends, your family and all of the loved ones who we have lost or have been touched by Cancer - you are all in my heart and with me every single pedal stroke of the way.

Thank you for supporting this effort.
Smiles and hugs!
rollin' on... and on! and ...on!
Jane

Tuned in on Transit

It was a full house on the Skytrain to Surrey today. Two hours from Bowen Island to the King George Skytrain Station. Then a pick-up from a distant relative to the family celebration.

Wondered how long the drive would of taken given the slowdowns amongst the city centre.

As I pulled out of the Burrard Station the envelope of the city line slowly disappeared. Soon the ocean faded in the background.

As we continued the mountain ranges changed.

Again I thought about driving.

No people watching there. More stress. Stopping at lights. Waiting in line-ups.

I didn’t have to worry about any of that. All I had to heed was a place to sit and watch.

The paper had already been flipped on the bus. I tucked it under my backpack on the seat beside me for the next person.

Some people talked. A pair kissed. The senior behind them expressed his views. Eyes stern. He clearly didn’t approve.

There was the woman beside me with the broken wrist. Casted up. A bag full of art supplies. A rolled up piece of paper.

Lots of folks on their iPhones with their earphones.

I thought about listening to music. But mused instead on the ambiance of the Saturday.

Can’t imagine what it’d be like at peak times Monday to Friday. Squished in like sardines. Nowhere to sit.

A humble take on the commuter life.

I’m all tuned in on transit now!