Guy on a Crappy Tire variety "mountain bike", dressed in jeans, windbreaker and cowboy boots, talking on a cell phone, smoking a joint, all while riding on the sidewalk up Robson Street at lunch time.
Yes, I resisted the urge to hip-check him right in to traffic.
Barely.
Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait pas
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