Few weeks ago, on a beautiful sunday afternoon, a rare treat in the winter of Vancouver, a call awoke me from my sweet afternoon nap; my brothers asked me to enjoy the sunshine in Stanley Park. With long negotiation and hard struggles, I was forked out of my comfy bed and into the chilling sea breeze.
My captors were right. It was a wonderful day to be out in the open. With windows down and 70's chinese songs(鄧麗君) flowing in the car, my body had started to revitalize from its slumber. My friend figured that was a great way to start the afternoon and, in the same time, educate the young the goddess of chinese music history. =.=" we had a new participant today who is almost a decade younger than us. Damn.. what happened to our youth~~~~ We swore to capture that was lost, today !!
The biking started out as enjoying as the fresh scent of trees and sea water surrounding us. There were many people crawled out of their warm covers to take a peak at the incoming spring. "wow, she is gorgeous", "man, she is hot", "dang, what a nice *beep*", those were the thoughts going through my mind as I toured the seawall of Stanley Park; biking had become a very difficult task to master with all these distractions. Am I getting this desperate or spring is really coming?! I quickly crossed that out of my head as I rode towards the incoming tree. The result of my "super shoulder check" almost ended in utter humiliation. Nevertheless, with these pretty eye candies around me, it was rather hard to learn from the mistake few minutes ago. Man, I need help!!
English Bay was lively as ever; the winter did not seem to affect the crowd at all. We stopped for a breather and decided to go visit Granville Island for the last hour stretch of our tour. Out of nowhere, the smell of delicious smokies had interrupted our group huddle. I swear those damn hot dog stands are evil!!! They know, when and where to stand, to cloud your judgment into buying their food. With the clock ticking and a long lineup of hot dog slaves, we had no choice, but to give up on such atrocious seduction.
We sped down the coastline and up the steep hill, in order to cross the Burrard Bridge. Our age had begun to catch up to our willing spirit. Everyone was panting, sweating, and losing will to go on. Aaah.. my legs sore... my back hurt..... can't breath..... but must go on.... sweet fish and chips, oyster burger and a nice glass of beer is waiting for me on the other side of the bridge. My foody sense is tinkling~~ they are close~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Time and aching body were not on our side. We had to settle with the nearby Starbucks. I did rejuvenate myself with a cup of "grante extra hot latte", my daily shot of stimulant. I felt like a stim-packed marine, ready to go, "ooh yeah..." The effect, however, did not last for long. The stupid Burrard Bridge was harder to ride through than imagined. We raced through the streets and cross-walks like one of those Indy 500 games. We arrived at the bike shop with 20 seconds to spare. phew~~~ almost lost another 10 bucks from being over time. The result was rather fatal. Everyone could barely walk. We must had looked like four recently risen zombies, dragging our feet back to the car.
In the end, we did regain our lost youth for a few moments at the cost of sore muscle pain and inability to move in the next few days, but it was worth the effort.
Mission accomplished!!
- Feb 24, 2008
Wii-ly of "Three Box Boys" Squad
2 comments:
You should try the smokies at Granville Island too! I just posted it on my blog =p
took you too long to post, so it also took me so long to comment. haha
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