To hell and back. literally.

I know I promised myself to post on my blog daily, hence the title in latin "My daily word", but yesterday was completly out of the question. Here's why...

My buddy Alex and I went biking for what was supposed to be some easy warm-up session to all the biking we would do this summer. Well, it was anything but easy or relaxing or any other soothing adjective. We left West-Island at about 2:30 pm and decided we would go on a bike trail in the woods. Everything to that point went as planned. When we left the woods, we got lost. After about 20 minutes of biking nowhere we found a golf course. So we decided that we would go through it and inevitably it would lead to somewhere. While going through the course, we got stopped by security, after telling them we were lost, they escorted us to some exited. We biked some more untile we finally arrived into known territory: St-laurent city. But although we kind got lost and all with no wallets and ID on us I was sort of digging the adventure. So we decided to take it a notch further and try to go to Notre-Dame-des-Graces from Saint-Laurent. Which in theory is impossible because there is no road connecting the two cities, but there is a huge private property of some sort.

So we biked further into that private property which turned out to be the head-quarters to the Canadian National railway company, where they probably made trains and fueled them and all. Now we really got lost. Because that property was HUGE. we took over 30 minutes to bike through it before being chased down by a security SUV and being told that cops were lurking around and chasing intruders! Since we had no papers on us, if we were to be stopped by cops we would go to the station for sure! So we got directions on how to get out of there, but like you know, curiosity killed the cat right? So we decided to dismiss the instructions we were given and look around the corner of the road to search for an easier way out. What did we find? A beat down barbed wired fence which could be jumped with our bikes. We proceded past the fence and just further down the path in the woods leading from the fence we ended up in a huge park (the Centenial) which I used to play in alot when I was a kid groing up in NDG. From the start of our adventure up to that point almost 3 hours had passed and we had to rush back to Saint-Laurent because Alex had to teach swimming lessons. We biked on Jean-Talon then some street I don't quite remember the name up until Vanier-College. While on the street, through traffic, some old douche bag decided to make our life harder by suddenly braking in front of us and accelerating then suddenly braking again. We got pissed at him, spat on his windows and proceeded on the sidewalk where we could bike safely, with the madman following us on our tail!

After Alex was done teaching we went back to our respective homes, without much worries this time around and proceeded to go out clubbing later on with Alex's girlfriend and a bunch of people that I didn't know that were quite boring... (sitting down in the club...)

All in all, we biked for 6 hours, got chased by 2 security officers and 1 mad driver, we got lost twice, had no money or ID on us + the clubbing later on.