“I have no need for good souls – an accomplice is what I wanted” – Sarte
Meet Frankenbike (aka Frank)!
Like any self-respecting commuter, Frank is a work of constant modification. With parts old and new being routinely mashed on his HOT HOT MESS of a 90s relic Rocky Mtn frame, Frank could just be Mary Shelley’s Dæmon on two wheels. But judge not by his wizened exterior, for behind his chipped paint and questionable components lurks one hardworking mule of a bike! Part uptown boy (he commutes to Yaletown after all), part late night chariot (my boy has spent the occasional night chained outside the Cambie), Frank is my daily bike-in-arms.
And Kika!
When not with Frank, I can often be found mashing my body enjoying all sorts of outdoor fun on my favourite trail comrade … Santa’s little hangover … the RED WONDER … Supa Kika!
Kika and Stinky (Hubs’ DH) begging for release from their urban cage
The Rider (aka Meeeeee!)
I grew up on a small tree nursery near Calgary, AB. Here my parents taught me the value of child labour hard work and instilled in me a deep passion for the outdoors, adventure and hearty laughter.
Once upon a time … I lived in central Mexico under the auspices of ‘scholarship student’ but spent most of my time pursuing all sorts of innocent mayhem around Guadalajara and across the country’s wonderfully varied landscape.
Having bopped around various corners of our amazing globe, I will always be chiefly enamored with the beauty of my motherland – Oh Canada you rugged minx you!
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