We crossed the 401 at Keele, rode our bikes over sixteen lanes of rush-hour traffic, past acres of prime Ontario farmland now devoted to elaborate ramps and merges, dodging cars desperate to get onto the highway and those just trying to get off and get home. Out there they wonder at the people crazy enough to cycle through their suburb, that is if they bother to watch for you at all. But at least the lanes are nice and wide. And you can ride on the sidewalk if things get hairy and not have to worry about encountering a pedestrian.
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