|The rootbeer folder|
The meeting I attended was only a few blocks from my work so after scarfing down a quick supper, I rode the Raleigh 20 over there. With only fifteen minutes remaining before the start of the meeting, the bike racks were full and it was all I could do to find a sturdy fence to lock up my ride.
|Another folding bike on the fence|
The city had gone all out by renting a large gymnasium and filling it with enough tables and seating for two hundred guests. Colourful balloons added a cheery note to the sterile gym. However the music playing on large speakers was odd. "These Boots Are Made For Walking" and Steppenwolf's "Born To Be Wild" which starts off with the lines "Get Your Motors Running..." seemed out of place for a meeting of cyclists.
|Plenty of maps|
|Edmonton's poet laureate|
Except for a error on the maps which placed Christ Church, a 1920's era Anglican place of worship a block away from where it actually stands, the city's effort to reach out to the cycling public was an encouraging step in the right direction. Just ask Nancy Sinatra - her boots are walking...
|Christ Church in situ|