I am appalled at the state of our city streets these days. Some roads it just doesn't pay to ride on at all. Since the 'great divide' project started (Cambie Street), I find myself detouring south on Fraser before trying to cross Cambie. I hate that road and usually take it pretty easy because of the ruts and poor settling.
However, usually isn't always and yesterday I got really sick of following 2 lines of 8-10 cagers slurping starbux, yapping on the cells (2 people on 2 cells in 1 car?!?! wtf?) and generally just being slow and irritating. I pulled up on the right where the parking lane was clear and waited for the light to change.
As I came over the very slight rise and pulled into the lane across the intersection well in front of all of the slurpy talky cagers, I hit a divot. There is no other term for it. The sun was positoned perfectly so I didn't see it until I was on top of it - whoosh...the whole bike was off the ground for a nice little jump in my lithe little 510 pound street bike.
After landing (gracefully, too - damn where's the chase cam?), I figured all the guys behind me were probably thinking I am some damned showoff stuntbiker as I pulled away, laughing.
Moral 1 of the story: Stay off Fraser, or expect divots.
Moral 2 of the story: I meant to do that, always. (taken from my cat)
Moral 3 of the story: Some experience at taking jumps and landing them is essential to driving in the city. This was my 2nd airtime recently - the other one I saw early enough to expect and was on Cordova Street near skid row...
Where do our tax dollars go, anyway? Oh yeah, Whister and the S2S...