20° bike rides, cold smells, and me.
Right now our little corner of Chinatown smells like burnt diarrhea. Or maybe tar mixed with the hay/poop smell from the giraffe house at the zoo. While this has no real impact on my well being, it is somewhat disturbing and makes dog walks even more poop-centric. It is sort of an olfactory disaster that nobody else walking around seems to be thinking about. It makes me wonder whether I am miss-smelling, overreacting, or just confused.
In Denver suburbs cold means a very chilly lack of smell, both welcome and somehow a little bit painful. It also means I will be driving. In Toronto, there are only three things that will keep me off my bike—snow, rain and the grayest gray days (I hate riding at dusk, and that is how it feels here far too often). Today, though, I found myself trying to keep moving, which is impossible with the traffic/lights downtown here…everytime I have to stop my glasses fog up, and I cry freezing tears.
Dude, this is Canada, speak Celsius! I do applaud you for still getting out there on the bike even if your corner of Toronto does smell like burnt ass. I wimp off of the bike the second any combination of cold/wet occurs.
Comment by Davin — December 6, 2008 @ 1:44 pm
yes I agree, Celsius please.
Comment by raoul — December 8, 2008 @ 6:31 pm
That is the cutest animated gif ever.
Comment by Philip LUedtke — December 11, 2008 @ 2:59 pm