in the HASTINGS SHUFFLE

The other day I woke up to the roar of an endless procession of motorcycle enthusiasts, obviously out for some big Sunday group ride. I looked out my window onto Hastings street to see one shiny new bike after another cruise towards downtown. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy on a janky mountain bike racing down Hastings in the opposite direction holding a shopping cart full of his goods. He held himself high as he rode, no hands (except the one on the cart), past all the motorcyclists. So stylish.