Now, I don’t cycle. In fact, I’ve always strongly disliked biking, mostly thanks to a traumatizing all-day 6th grade class bike trip on a gravel trail. How they could assume inexperienced cyclists could go from casual cul-de-sac biking to a full 10 hour outdoor bike excursion is beyond me. Still bitter with my mom for making me go, but let’s save that one for therapy one day. I’m not necessarily scared of the bike or would even say that I can’t, I just mostly choose not to. Slight stubbornness, mixed with a lack of motivation, I really have only been on a bike once (you can read that hilarious post here) in the past, oh, at least 15 years.
Then, came this notion of “the summer of us”, a reprise of the summer of 2006 with my best friends Jessica and Vanessa. We were young, carefree, a few of us single, and perhaps a bit lost. It was, somehow, one of those near perfect summers where we experienced as much as we could. And so, a decade later, we attempted to recreate this as best we could. In a far more basic adult way, we made a list of activity ideas and had to all get out our calendars in May and block out certain days for each proposed event. The grand finale of it all, was something called ‘Bikes and Brews’, a cycling tour through East Vancouver to a bunch of different breweries.
