Road Warrior by Vivian Meyer

Author:Vivian Meyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inanna Publications
Published: 2019-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

“OH, WHAT A BEAUTY,” I MOANED as he unlocked the beautiful but simple, hand-crafted bicycle. “To think you have a bike made on Quadra Island, just a few islands from Peregrine. Sunny and I took a trip down there to see the place they make those.”

“Yes,” Dave agreed. “I was lucky. I got one of these made after I saw a couple of them at the Handmade Bike Show in the States. It cost a pretty penny but it’s worth it. Fits like a glove and rides like a dream. That bike isn’t too shabby either,” he said, looking over at my Cervélo.

“I love my bike, but it’s not quite in the same class as a Naked bike, Dave.”

“Whatever,” he said, smiling. “They’re both bikes, Ms. Faria, and they can both go like stink. Why don’t we get going—relieve some stress and recharge with a ride?”

I felt some guilt about enjoying Dave’s company so fully while there was so much unease right behind the door. And yet it was true, I was pumped for the ride. “You’re right, Detective. Should I lead the way?”

“Good idea, given that I’m still feeling my way around the city. You probably know the scenic routes better than I do.”

“You’ll like the Humber River corridor and the Lakeshore, but we’ll have to watch out. There’s likely to be some pedestrian traffic. Even though it’s cool out, it’s such a beautiful day that there’s bound to be other folks on the trails.”

“Lead on,” he said as he carried his bike down the stairs to the walkway. “And despite what your mother said,” he winked back at me, “I’m up for some courier style moves as long as the streets aren’t too crowded. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

We rode calmly enough past the lone reporter in the silent CBC van. His head lolled as he napped, so we were able to escape without being approached for an update. Despite Dave’s assurances, I thought I should behave myself, so I stuck to the main road and we rode swiftly but relatively sedately even though he made some cracks about Sunday drivers. However, when we hit the Lakeshore trail it was too crowded, so I hopped back off the curb onto the busier, but faster, Lakeshore Road.

Dave followed with a whoop and then we focused on staying alive while speeding beside the traffic.

Spadina Avenue was its usual congested self but at least, on bikes, we could scoot past the cars. Dave kept up admirably; he was a good rider, and when we pulled to a stop across from Pho Hung, the Vietnamese restaurant at the corner of St. Andrew and Spadina, he had only a slight and becoming sheen of perspiration. In other words, it was clear I hadn’t worked him too hard.

As we locked our bikes and helmets where we could see them from the restaurant, Dave said, “That was cool. We should go out in the country before the snow comes, so we can do a longer and faster trek.

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