Cruising the streets...

My trip into unfamiliar Toronto territory takes place on two wheels instead of two feet.

After borrowing the neighbour's bike I check out the bike paths I've seen while walking through the city. It's something I've always been scared to do. Anytime I've even contemplating going for a bike ride in the past, I picture the crazy cyclists weaving in between bumpers and swiping alongside transport trucks when I walk down Yonge Street.

I figure baby steps are always a good start.

I hop on the bike and cautiously careen down Wellesley, or what we bikers like to call Bike Path 14. I'm the only one on two wheels, which is a good thing since I think having to pay attention to any fellow bikers would be one more distraction than I could handle.

I can't say the trip is very relaxing. I'm constantly looking around, aware that every passing vehicle is five times the size of my little bike. The wind alone is enough to knock me over. I'm sure those watching my cycling expedition are wondering how someone can bike with the brakes on and their feeting hovering from the ground.

After a loop around the block, down Parliament and back up Gerrard, my brief bike ride comes to an end. But my knees are scratch free and not once did I hear the sound of a horn. In my mind, that's a successful start.