True story: A police officer once pulled me over (sirens and all) for doing a wheelie on my bicycle. My argument: "But I'm really good at it."
In other news, here's a ukulele turtle:



I liked the road-closed repetition here.
Carbon-ny. I kinda can't wait for the trails this year, even colourful concrete is lame.
Edmonton's version of "flat-tire cactus spikes."
Cranes! Fences! Sunset! Some post-processing!
Indeed. We don't need 'em.
I think one of those graffiti thugs put this here as irony. Or something.

