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We see this countless times at intersections every day - pedestrians forced to start dashing while crossing at a light which is starting to turn red. Younger people have no trouble dashing those three or four extra steps but older individuals don't necessary have what it takes to suddenly accelerate in order to survive oncoming traffic. My Romanian nanny Minna drove me nuts when she insisted we "wait for a fresh green." But many local geriatrics have been killed in Montreal by such red-light-tick-tock doom. The red-switch issue will worsen with the ill-conceived upcoming terrestrialization of the Turcot Interchange, as pedestrians will be forced to walk across eight lanes of traffic now sitting currently blissfully overhead. Big prize to anybody who concocts an innovation that permits pedestrians to be able to cross without suddenly being forced to start running.
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What do you see in this photo? I see someone who's wearing a helmet that should not be wearing a helmet. Half of the fun of riding is to feel the wind in your hair. The insurance industry will eventually pressure city administrators to force every cyclist to wear a dorky shell on their dome and that will be a tragic day for all. Personally I rode a bike throughout all the seasons for about 12 years and never felt the need for a helmet. The trick to safety is: drive slow. Slow down on your bike and you'll be fine.
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I don't give to beggars because I think it erodes their legitimate claim to equality. As long as they can get a couple of squares and a roof that should be all they need. But I can understand their sense of isolation and boredom, which forces them to want to interact with other and sometimes even entertain. This high-heeled Inuit cup-holder spotted yesterday on Berri and Dorch was vamping with the strut-pout-put-em-out in a rather entertaining way. Go girl!
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How how was it in Montreal Wednesday? The Rose Bowl thermometer suggests it was 34 degrees. That's pretty darn hot for May. No complaints here.
We see this countless times at intersections every day - pedestrians forced to start dashing while crossing at a light which is starting to turn red. Younger people have no trouble dashing those three or four extra steps but older individuals don't necessary have what it takes to suddenly accelerate in order to survive oncoming traffic. My Romanian nanny Minna drove me nuts when she insisted we "wait for a fresh green." But many local geriatrics have been killed in Montreal by such red-light-tick-tock doom. The red-switch issue will worsen with the ill-conceived upcoming terrestrialization of the Turcot Interchange, as pedestrians will be forced to walk across eight lanes of traffic now sitting currently blissfully overhead. Big prize to anybody who concocts an innovation that permits pedestrians to be able to cross without suddenly being forced to start running.
What do you see in this photo? I see someone who's wearing a helmet that should not be wearing a helmet. Half of the fun of riding is to feel the wind in your hair. The insurance industry will eventually pressure city administrators to force every cyclist to wear a dorky shell on their dome and that will be a tragic day for all. Personally I rode a bike throughout all the seasons for about 12 years and never felt the need for a helmet. The trick to safety is: drive slow. Slow down on your bike and you'll be fine. 
I don't give to beggars because I think it erodes their legitimate claim to equality. As long as they can get a couple of squares and a roof that should be all they need. But I can understand their sense of isolation and boredom, which forces them to want to interact with other and sometimes even entertain. This high-heeled Inuit cup-holder spotted yesterday on Berri and Dorch was vamping with the strut-pout-put-em-out in a rather entertaining way. Go girl!
How how was it in Montreal Wednesday? The Rose Bowl thermometer suggests it was 34 degrees. That's pretty darn hot for May. No complaints here.