A tale on two wheels through pictures and words Copyright 1997-2005 Jerome Lavigne 2006-02-12T07:29:51+00:00 LightPress 1.1.1 http://cycling.vapourtrails.ca/?p=3 jerome 2005-10-19T04:16:59+00:00 2005-10-19T04:16:59+00:00 It’s late February in Montréal, so the weather is predictably cold and snowy. I’m sitting in a bar on St. Denis with my good pal Nicolas, as we work our way through a second pitcher http://cycling.vapourtrails.ca/?p=4 jerome 2005-10-21T04:42:43+00:00 2005-10-21T04:42:43+00:00 The Rocky Mountains haunt my dreams. I’ve never seen mountains bigger than the Laurentians yet their aged forms seem to pale in comparison to photos of the Rockies. Friends from out west are http://cycling.vapourtrails.ca/?p=5 jerome 2005-10-22T05:19:14+00:00 2005-10-22T05:19:14+00:00 Nic is concerned with my ability to cover long distances. He’s a regular weekend rider and owns more than one bike, the mark of a serious cyclist. My longest ride to date has only been a one-way http://cycling.vapourtrails.ca/?p=6 jerome 2005-10-25T17:10:03+00:00 2005-10-25T17:10:03+00:00 05h00: My gear is neatly laid out on the couch, my bike is propped up against the nearby wall. Nic should be arriving in an hour and then we’ll leave for the airport. The only problem is that http://cycling.vapourtrails.ca/?p=7 jerome 2006-02-12T06:30:31+00:00 2006-02-12T06:30:31+00:00 As the plane touches down, a round of applause breaks out. Nic laughs and attributes this to the number of Québecers on board. It’s been an uneventful flight and I feel rested enough for http://cycling.vapourtrails.ca/?p=8 jerome 2006-02-12T07:06:31+00:00 2006-02-12T07:06:31+00:00 Before we can tackle the mountains, there’s a city to explore. After a morning picking up missing supplies, we cycled over to Vancouver’s Chinatown and tucked into some lunch.