First Week March...Nutshell

Only stuff fitting...it.

THOSE...RINGS
Turns out those...2010 Things last Tuesday night were flashing in dress rehearsal for official'ness later that week...last week.
Wednesday night: giggled, like a party pooper, like one not invited, for I beheld but four of five things illuminated there.
Windstormy Thursday put me quite happily in my Chevy pick-up. Thursday, and official'ness day. Provincial Premier (who I'll be voting against come the election in May) and official'ness flipped their party-light switch, early eve, during working peoples' homeward commute. Official'ness closing one of the two lanes passing that homewardbound me wanted, fast as I could in the constricted traffic mess resulting.

FRIDAY - TEMPLETON COPPER PRESENCE
Ever notice when a police car sits by a road that passing traffic passes reeeally slowly? I mean below the posted speed limit. Like they're scared, or guilty of something. Scariest of all to a cyclist, that maybe they haven't a clue what the posted speed limit is.
First ever occurence of police camped at the four-way stop on Templeton...that I've seen, okay. First ever instance of airport-bound taxis slowwwly approaching the stop, then actually stopping.

MONDAY MARCH 9 SNOW
Snow was forecasted. I was ready. The municipalities weren't. And not the Vancouver Airport Authority. By the morning rush, snow still swirling down, more than a couple slippery inches slicking the roads, and the roads not sanded nor salted. Speeders spun out. Buses, as usual, stuck. I've biked in snow previous winters. I won't any longer. I've lost my nerve, fine. Pointless being fit...right up to the end. Drove my truck. Had fun. At work, cast out handfuls of salt across our steps. All snow melted off those steps in about an hour. Snow still falling lightly. Road still a snowy churned mess. Plainly obvious, I'd say. At least those irresponsible saved a few dollars on salt and fuel for the trucks and labour.
Ohhh, right — the punchline — as if we're not ever tired of being punched — it warmed enuf by noon that the road cleared, by itself — BY ITSELF — and then the YVR snowplow and salt trucks appeared. With a purpose, they promenaded along the airport ways.
I really should carry a camera.