July 6: Transformer

1. A nice driver allowed my bike on the bus during rush hour. I was running late, and he didn't make a big stink of it.

2. A few guys in a band let me join them for dinner, post-soundcheck, pre-gig. I was the lucky observer of the pre-show dynamic.

3. I recognized an old neighbour and schoolmate late at night on Queen Street West, where we took time out to catch up.

Speaking of my folding bike, I finally learned why every guy - and maybe cop - seems to salivate over it (completely seeing through, when not scowling at, yours truly). Suddenly all my male friends are calling my bike a Transformer. Nothing to do with any current Hollywood movie releases.