Woman about town.

Humanity's complete and utter dependence on fossil fuels is something I've been known to get all worked up about. I needed to take my mind off any and all serious subjects this past weekend. It was definitely time to kick back, to become a tourist in my own backyard, and what better place to do that than in Vancouver's historic Gastown?

Sure, the cobbles are quiet now, 

but this is the site of the Gastown Grand Prix, one of the marquee events in BC's very own Superweek, held this year from July 10-18. I would love to compete, but they don't have a Superweak category for us crash test dummies.

John Denniston

Still. I can dream. And this weekend, that's precisely what I did. I sat and dreamt of fast rides

and of ...

artisinal underwear. That's right.

And lo and behold! Imagine that!

Not all knickers are created equal, y'know.  All it takes is mere cash.

A whack of cash will buy you a seriously suggestive ball and chain of a chair, too. If you're into that sort of thing. 

And if you're not into sitting on something so divinely voluptuous,

You can always find yourself seated upon something velo-uptious. I wandered around the hood a little more, but something was missing.

Something really is missing, too. And Gastown is nothing if not creative. You never know what you'll encounter when you go searching for the Gastown steam-clock these days: 

Some days it looks like this,

while others, like this. But in the tourist books it always looks like this:

hqworld.net

Things are not always what you'd expect. But never fear. There are some things you can still count upon in this town. No matter where you find yourself, beauty always abounds, and no matter where you're going,

two wheels are always the best way to get around.