I recently returned from an AMAZING cycling trip through the Canadian Rockies. Truly, it was everything I hoped it would be, with winding roads, incredible views of mountains, lakes, and glaciers, exhausting hills and lots of pancakes for breakfast. There were also lots of tractor trailer trucks and mosquitoes. I'd just like to share one thing I became smitten with in Canadian towns....the walking man. Take a moment to compare the Canadian walking man with the American walking man. With whom would you rather cross the street?