by Andrew Morrison | The politics of cycling in Vancouver have gotten pretty ridiculous in recent years. Bike lanes, self-righteous asshole drivers, entitled dipshit cyclists, a purposely divisive media, sloganeering politicians, gung ho Tour de France worshippers, mandatory helmet laws, us vs. them attitudes, fixed gear fetishism — blah blah blah. It’s all pretty disheartening stuff, particularly downtown where cyclists, drivers, and pedestrians daily engage in a special sort of first world silliness that is unique to Vancouver (well, so maybe there’s Portland, too). Mercifully, it hasn’t gotten so bad that it would dissuade anyone from just going on a bike ride. Remember those? They still exist. The trick is to find a quiet neighbourhood with few hills (eg. around Trout Lake, UBC, Steveston) or to cruise the seawall from Science World to either Granville Island or English Bay on a slow day. An alley safari through Strathcona or Shaunessey is also a hoot, but watch our for all those fucking cars. See what I did there? It’s contagious!
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