There’s been a Toronto area bike store chain called The Cyclepath for forever, pretty good name

bike polar disorder.

I like how I know this story didn’t happen anywhere close to me since: no one calls them “cycle paths”, we hardly have any “bike lanes” anyway, and we definitely don’t have any trains to ride while discussing biking.

Now, if this had been a story about guns, trucks, and psychopaths, it would have been very relatable.

'scuse me, while I kiss this guy!

Unless… maybe… he WASN’T???😅

Maybe that other guy had his own “Oh no what have I done” moment when he thought harder about why the person next to him on the bus was being weird about cycle paths.

“What a tweest!”

#knowthesigns

I’m hard of hearing as well. Good times.

“How to wreck a nice beach”