Sunday’s have become ride days. Times for reconnecting with friends , meeting new people, trying new restaurants, and freedom.
It is the polar opposite of everything that has existed in the world for the past five months. It’s kept me sane.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, this one is worth millions. There’s so much history here. Interests, talent, creativity, value, and pasts. I don’t know enough about all the plates to even go there… but the time and creativity spent on this hobby, and this garage is incredible.
Each of the bikes has a past and a story. They have all had at least two owners. Mine – with the pink rims- was passed on between three female riders, and found its way to me from Markham. It’s my seventh full season riding it, and I still love it.
Everything in this photo, is somebody’s passion.