nearlyhere

Yep. It’s official: we are bicycle nerds. Laura and I spent saturday scouring the surrounding neighbourhood on borrowed steeds, foaming at the mouth for bargain household items, with a B.O.B. bike trailer in tow. A few blocks from our house we happened upon a cardboard sign directing us to a yard sale (which appear to be the standard strategy for BC homeowners who are moving or just drowning in clutter) and a fine faux-wood filing cabinet. We lashed the awkwardly proportioned object to the rig with a lattice of stretchy tie-downs and carefully picked our way back home, along an arterial road and up the potholed slope to our sparsely appointed suite. I guess we looked as if we were on some kind of record-setting administrative tour; a pair of ex-clerks gone hillbilly, pedalling our documentation across the continent, and completely mad. The fact that we didn’t attract a great deal of attention says something about Victoria.