Typical winter’s day in the Great White North. Bicycling up to a policewoman at a radar speed trap, I stopped to ask how fast I was going. She must have been frightened by my face mask, as she immediately started her vehicle.
Typical winter’s day in the Great White North. Bicycling up to a policewoman at a radar speed trap, I stopped to ask how fast I was going. She must have been frightened by my face mask, as she immediately started her vehicle.