This scene shook down right outside of my home this morning at 6:40am… Capo and I sat back on the porch (we were already awake and outside “enjoying” our morning – arrrrr) and took the show in, front row seats. Man on bike taken down, lots of screaming, yelling, cop cars roaring in, lights flaring – it was wild! And NOT typical for my yummy-mummy-baby-boomin-dog-owner-haven-yuppy Kitsilano hood. (!)
I’m always like, “What?” when I hear sirens here on the North Shore. Like, “Can’t you people just chill out instead of making the police chase you? Dudes, look how CLOSE THE MOUNTAINS ARE. Can I get you a coffee?”
Hi-lar-ious. My absolute favorite phrase has to be “Man on bike taken down.”
Keep up the good work (wink and a smile)