|The elevator at Century Park LRT station – you need to go up from the parking lot to a pedway over the road. Note the signage.
The elevators at both Century Park and Southgate stations are HUGE compared with the ones downtown.
Of course I ended up running a little late, and arrived on the platform just as the 1pm train was pulling away. No biggie, they run frequently even on Sundays, and soon I was off, with a firm grip on my bike and my hip wedged against the seat to keep the silly thing from rolling when the train started and stopped. A kickstand or wheel-lock would be handy.
I got off at Belgravia-McKernan station just in case, but nobody was there (I took the photo above while I was waiting), so I caught the next train and found Judy waiting for me on board. We had a great chat on the way, then were forced to carry my Raleigh and her Pashley up the stairs by an out-of-service-cos-it’s-Sunday elevator at the Winspear exit from Churchill Station. Sigh.
Almost our whole group were waiting when we entered Churchill Square. Most of them are experienced cyclists living in core neighborhoods and had ridden the whole way.
For what it’s worth, I’d say the whole bike-on-LRT experience was only a minor hassle, and an uninterrupted LRT trip from Century Park Station to downtown takes only about 15 minutes. And while I drove to the LRT today due to time constraints, I easily could have cycled or done a cycle-bus combo from the subdivision where I live way out by the Henday ring-road. The east-west MUP that runs along 23rd goes directly past the LRT station and probably takes 30 minutes or less to ride, depending on your speed.
|I took all kinds of photos while we were hanging in Churchill Square,
but unfortunately they all look like this one of Keith holding Robert,
thanks to my malfunctioning camera.
Keith rode an amazing 1951 CCM camelback that he made into a fixie,
and he joked about looking like a hipster. We were so pleased that he came.
Update: Keith has already posted his synopsis of the day’s events! Since most
of my shots of the bicycles didn’t turn out I will defer to his post for that.
I didn’t get many photos (thank you, crummy camera), but with such a lovely large empty space, we naturally all had to try each others’ bikes out. I rode Karen’s new Linus loopframe (SO nice). Here is Judy about to give Coreen‘s no-longer-Polar Porta-Bike vintage folder a go. Sarah is fixing the pictures she added to her basket in honour of Mothers Day. Aren’t her gold heels fabulous?
At about the time we stopped playing musical bikes, a bulldog showed up and started riding a skateboard. At one point everyone in the square was cheering her on. So fun! It turns out her name is Buttercup and she’s Sorta Internet Famous:
Did we really spend that long chatting and checking out each others’ bikes?
Maybe we did. Time flies.
|Angel on Daisy, courtesy of Miss Sarah.
That wrap dress looks so much prettier on her than it did on me.
|Judy on her Pashley.
It was a trench coat kind of day, breezy and mostly overcast with rain in the forecast.
|As you can see the Linus loopframe is brilliant for pulling a Chariot.
Doesn’t Sable look great on her Dahon? Doesn’t her crossbody bag look like it’s butter-soft?
Another shot of Karen on her new Linus and Robert in the Chariot, courtesy of Miss Sarah.
Karen’s leopard-print dress? Those shoes? So stylish.
When my babies were that age I’m sure I wore nothing but yoga pants.
On 104th Street Promenade, courtesy of Miss Sarah.
Realtors’ lockboxes on a bike rack outside Credo Coffee. WTF. Courtesy of Marilyn.
Monie’s boyfriend brought a little something down to the cafe to supplement our lattes.
Robert was an absolute angel, only complaining in the Chariot when we had to stop.
We sat and stood outside with our bikes and coffees and food.
Angel enjoying a cuppa, courtesy of Miss Sarah.
When we were done our coffees we split up for a few minutes and took a quick peek in some of the local independently-owned shops that have sprung up on 104th. Coup was full of pretty frocks and baubles, and 29 Armstrong makes me want to throw away everything and redecorate. Having already had a machiato brownie at Credo, I skipped Queen of Tarts, but I’m regretting it as I type this.
When we realized the time we all hopped on our bikes to conclude our ride.
Angel and Monie waiting for me so I can take a photo at the entrance to High Level Bridge.
By this time the sun had come back out and a steady stream of walkers and cyclists were using the MUP across High Level Bridge. Coreen took a zillion photos as we were riding across. I’ll link to her post once it’s up.
After we split up, I decided I’d ride back through Garneau and McKernan to Belgravia-McKernan Station, but when I got there I had just missed the LRT, and the bike path beckoned. A shorter-than-usual ride so that people could head off for their Mothers Day plans had left me wanting more.
South Campus LRT station. I have just (accidentally-on-purpose) missed my train. Again. Oopsie!
Eliza waiting in the sunshine while I check my phone messages
I ended up hopping back on the train at Southgate Station, but I could easily have ridden the whole way; from Southgate to Century Park on the bike path would have only been another 10 minutes or so. But as it was supper was starting to get cold when I got home, and everyone was eager for some time with Mommy.