Whenever we drunkenly walk over the Granville Street Bridge, or any 麻豆传媒映画bridge for that matter, the predominant thought in our mind as traffic whizzes by us is 鈥淵ou know what would make this better? If traffic was on BOTH sides of us rather than just one 鈥� to fully immerse ourselves in Vancouver鈥檚 delightful urban experience.鈥�
Thankfully, that exhaust-fuelled fever dream could become a reality if the city bites on gallivanting straight down the middle of busy Granville Street Bridge.
It鈥檚 a bold, some might argue impractical, proposal. But we鈥檝e looked long and carefully at the jaunty, futuristic drawing of what the pedestrian/bike path would look like, and we鈥檙e rather smitten with it. It also tells us a lot about how the city sees where 麻豆传媒映画is headed and who inhabits it. Here鈥檚 what we discovered:
Hipsters and dandies
Apparently, they鈥檒l still be around when the path is finished, and they still prefer bikes (usually with baskets) as their primary mode of transportation. Plus, look at this charming couple. I bet that a hazy farmhouse ale with rare Norwegian yeast is also in their future.
Cardigan-wearing same-sex couples pointing at things
鈥淗ey, that鈥檚 where my apartment used to be before it was torn down and replaced by condos that I can鈥檛 afford.鈥�
Motorized wheelchairs and dads pushing strollers
It鈥檚 not a disability 鈥� it鈥檚 called parenthood, and we hear it鈥檚 very rewarding once they graduate.
Bridge sexabitionists
This couple is totally doing it.
Ice cream 鈥� sorry, gelato 鈥� vendors
鈥淲hat was that? You want a soft hairy eyes clean clone? Speak up, dear. I can鈥檛 hear you with that Escalade driving by.鈥�
Crazy clouds
I see a standard poodle that鈥檚 been run over by a car. Oh, and I also see my father. Silently judging me because he doesn鈥檛 know how to express his love.
Bad bike etiquette鈥� it鈥檚 still a thing
Get a load of these d-bags. Riding side by side in triplicate, taking up the whole lane. Who do they think they are, anyway. Probably never ridden on the majestic Granville Street Bridge before, feeling the cool rush of traffic on their cheeks, the scent of burning oil and transmission fluid tickling their nostrils. Oh to be at one with the city 鈥� a pulsated blood vessel, coursing through its clogged arteries. Alive. So alive. 听听听听
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