... to the woman I saw in Old Ottawa South this evening in mid-calf-high burgundy suede boots with four-inch spike heels. She was standing outside one of the pubs near Billings Bridge, in a lovely warm September night around 10:30 or so, talking on her cell phone and straddling a serviceable-looking street bike at the edge of the sidewalk. Respect.
Me, I'd rolled up one leg of my pinstripe pants so I could keep the wide leg out of my bike chain. Maybe less flashy. But then Mike and I aren't so much about flashy.