SOME TIMES DREAMS DO COME TRUE

Today in Toronto a group of activist bikers (cyclists, not the real kind, you know the ones who use engines) staged a protest in front of city hall

The poor little cyclists, who as daily commuters represent less than 7% of "vehicles" in the GTA, they are very upset. Their needs are not being met

They want the right to blow through stop signs and to coast through red lights. They want to be able to ride on the Gardner and the DVP and 400 series highways. No, I am not making this up

And good golly gosh oh dear, it's dangerous out there! As they run lights and ride the wrong way on one way streets and push people off sidewalks, with their cell phones in one hand, golly big nasty useless cars that no one really needs, well they get too darned close!

More bike lanes they scream. Big wide bike lanes with raised barriers that eat up entire traffic lanes and force everyone to squeeze together and results in blocks long snarls of cars, well we need those lanes! The poor widdle cyclist needs this wide lane so he/she has room to have an elbow cocked as they sip their latte

Oh yeh and the city spent more than 80,0000 bucks to push snow out of those bike lanes in the winter when the daily cyclist numbers are cut by more than half

So, they came to City Hall to protest. More money they cry, more money. We have a subway system that, last week, completely shut down on a week down .. I mean, all the trains stopped moving and shuttle buses were NOT put on because there are not enough of them. We have a road infrastructure where pieces of the Gardner fall off on a regular basis. But what we need money for are these cyclists. You know, the ones who rarely obey laws and who helped to push through a city law that anytime an open car door catches a cyclist, it will ALWAYS be the car driver's fault

So, the protest. They staged a "die in" They all lay down with their bikes in the square and were silent for a minute. A reporter called it erie

I called it a dream come true