Noreen was in Winnipeg Friday and said the city was swarming with bike-to-work cyclists. I imagine they sucked exhaust, dodged potholes and weaved through traffic. The South Eastman version was a little different. I was the sole cyclist to acknowledge the day on the road between Steinbach, Girioux, and La Broquerie. It was…pastoral, magical, scary, beautiful, restful. Next week I find out whether there will be anymore bike to work days for me – interesting times. Riding is great therapy.