OK, so there is NOT one less car in the city. Would be nice, but I only injured one but didn't succeed in killing it.Riding my bicycle deep in thought on a deserted side street, I was violently brought back to reality when the end of my right handlebar crashed into the driver's side mirror of a parked car.
|Not my pic and not me (fortunately)|
At the time I wasn't even aware of how lucky I was to still have a face but was more worried about the damage to the car. A quick inspection showed that the mirror was dangling from the door at its innards but the rest of the car was fine, i.e. no long scrapes along its paint work.
After a few seconds thought I had scanned the neighbourhood and saw 4 door bells that would give me a high chance of finding the owner of the droopy mirror. After a lot of peeking through closed blinds and whispering behind the door, the door of the first bell I rang opened and I had indeed found the owner of the car.
His name is the same as this guy's name (NOT Cassius Clay, the other name).
He thanked me for being honest, to which I only replied that if one rides a bike through a city full of cars one shouldn't mess with Karma.
Turns out his car was actually a cheap courtesy car from a body shop and after a short trip to the body shop in question, I was assured by the shop owner that he would find a used replacement for the mirror and call me before he'd charge my credit card.
Still riding the bike about 10 hours later on the same day and trying to return to North Vancouver over Lions Gate Bridge late at night, I notice that police have blocked of the Stanley Park Causeway with flashing police cruisers at Denman Street. There is no police on the bike path on the seawall, so I keep going and cycle all through Stanley Park without a single car passing me along the way. Strange ! ;-) But there still is the occasional car coming from then North Van direction, so the bridge doesn't seem to be closed. Of course I didn't account for cars already on the causeway giving up and driving back after a U-turn !!!. And when I get to the actual bridge a female police officer shouts at me "Hello Sir" to which I reply "I see you and I hear you"
so she doesn't have a reason to mistake me for an ethnic minority and shoot me. (Not that this particular police officer looked like she would do such a thing, but I'm still livid from reading THIS STORY this morning). Turns out that another human being feels that no one is listening to their pain that they feel it necessary to stand on the side of a high bridge, threatening to jump. At least I hope that they were only threatening and did not go through with it. Vancouver blocks any news in connection with bridge jumpers, so I don't know whether this person is giving life another try, but I sincerely hope so. Life might suck enormously at times but it might be the only one we have.
The presence or absence of any flower bouquets on the bridge railings the next day are a good indication that the jumper didn't actually jump. Also, the lack of any drumming from the Native reserve across the street had already re-assured me that none of their members took that fatal step.
But I'm still faced with a closed bridge and limited charge left on my bike battery. Then I remembered that there is a Seabus and cycle towards it rapidly, hoping it will still run at 11:30 pm. Turns out I'm in luck and arrive at Lonsdale Quay at midnight. I'm out of cigarettes, so I head for the closest 7/11 store.
|different shopping kart, different homeless person (not my pic)|
I'm glad I didn't ignore him.
P.S.: Any mentioning of noticing other less fortunate beings in no way is meant to boast/show-off my personal conduct, but solely included here in a diary fashion with the slim hope of encouraging copy-cat occurrences among the readers.