They tell me the smelts are running up in Kagawong, so spring has finally sprung. Down here in the Big Smoke, we are more concerned about another mass of silvery, slippery, slithering, slimy creatures that bursts forth at this time of year. Cyclists. Schools of them.
Like smelts, cyclists swim upstream, upsidewalk, upcrosswalk, upintersection, up anything they bloody well please. However, unlike a smelt, which weighs barely three ounces, the average cyclist packs at least 200 pounds, including bike, helmet, cellphone and middle finger. Read more.