In this episode: It's back to Fraser River Park. I'm in an angry mood when I start out, but the ride makes me feel better. That doesn't last. I consider that there is probably a connection between the crows and the 4,000 year old garbage heap. Therapy is getting me down. And I notice and fix a stupid typo in the end credits that I have been cutting-and-pasting since the first episode. Embrace imperfection. Move forward. Call me "asshole" one more time...
In this episode: I replicate my first ride to see if it has gotten any easier, except it is a weekday and Kent is busier and scarier. The f&^%ing basket falls off again. I try pointing the camera down river as I cross the bridge. And I try doing the voice-over right after the ride so my so I can remember what I was thinking better.
In this episode: The video is more stable even if I am not. I explore the all-knowing trash heap. I watch a douchenozzle nearly get hit by a bus. I plan future trespasses. I babble about what I talked about in therapy. And I nearly get hit by a car. The fun never stops.
In this episode: I am actually am 49 now, use two cameras, the basket falls off, getting back on the bike becomes a metaphor, I discover a museum, I probably over-share, and both figuratively and literally look at my life as, in, on and above a trash heap.
In this episode I go for a 40-block walk in 30 ºC weather, buy a bike lock, avoid talking about what is really bothering me and babble about the significance of dead topiary hedges, Senate reform and other things that really don't have much to do with how I am feeling.