Morning of montreal…

…. is filled with bikers. I feel like I belong in a hidden sect when a group of us meet on the bike track and all head towards the same direction.

I feel under accessorized within this group. Everyone has their elastic biking/track suit and pants on, cool helmet, sunglasses, gloves, water bottle holders with their rear mounted bike back pack.

Oh I envy them sometimes, looking so professional in that getup. Except:
Bike shirt: 250
Shorts: 50
Sunglasses maybe 100

I noticed however that female bikers in those getup who've spent those money has killer bodies… of course, they bike every friggin day.