Here are few snapshots from my dreadful daily commute through the suburbs of Vancouver. There are not many spots to pull over, but the route is nothing to write home about anyway.
It starts in the parkade.
Today, an Asian lady in a big sedan is violating my right of way.
"Sorry, I didn't see you."
Well, I am sure that she noticed the distinct gesture I gave her.
On the first 3 kilometers, a total of 9 traffic lights can easily take up 10 minutes of my riding time.
Lining up with the four wheelers at yet another red light.
The final stretch to work.
Paolo parked in his designated parking spot at work.
Since I am a nice coworker I offer to share.
My favourite view on my way home.
Alas, today the mountain range is obscured by clouds.
The final stretch home. I can smell the ocean.