I like to get around quickly. I don’t own a car, so I pretty much have three options for finding my way around Vancouver: biking, taking public transit, or walking. I’d walk more if (A) I wasn’t always running late, (B) I didn’t sweat from my walk/sprint (and therefore look like a swamp rat when I show up wherever I’m heading), or (C) was more patient. I love city transit, but added to the fact that I’m a weirdo magnet and somehow always manage to sit next to the person with a death cough or someone who smells like Fire Ball or some other beverage that can double as a cleaner (or both!), (A) and (C) apply to this mode of transportation as well… leaving me with my trusty street bike to get around. 

I’m a law abiding cyclist for the most part. I ride in the assigned bike lanes, signal where I’m going, and generally make sure cars and people see where I am. But I do remember times when I’d take advantage of a situation, drift into a crosswalk and ride against a don’t-walk sign just to get to where I wanted to more quickly. 
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