Posted by: Silver | May 14, 2011

Lethbridge to Taber

Distance: 58 km
Ascent: 144 m
Cycling time: 3 hours, 14 minutes

I was a little late leaving Lethbridge, for two main reasons: firstly, Ranger’s chain kept falling off. This wasn’t an entirely novel occurrence, and I’d always assumed that it was just a bit of an occupational hazard when your chain is soooo long, but five times in two days? That definitely wasn’t normal. So I had to make a brief return journey to the bike shop that fixed the fairing for a little more TLC before I headed off into the prairie hinterland. All it needed was a little tweak to the chain tube, so no major hold-up, and I thanked Ranger most sincerely for having the decency to play up while I was still within easy reach of a specialist bike shop.

The other reason why I got a little behind schedule, was because Ranger was front page news again! Lethbridge has a daily paper, so for once, I was actually still in town when the edition in question hit the newsstands, and it seems quite a few people recognized Ranger and wanted to stop and chat – although, apparently, he looks a lot smaller in real life… Unfortunately, however, although everyone was very keen to talk about the trike, no-one on this occasion seemed particularly interested in talking about why the trike was there, despite my best efforts to steer the conversation round to SOS Children’s Villages. But as I’ve said before, I’ll never know what the eventual worth of my brief presence in people’s towns and lives might be, and hopefully at least the seeds of recognition were sown somewhere in the subconscious of a few Lethbridge citizens…

Fortunately, none of these hold-ups prevented me from making it to Taber in time to speak to the local Lions Club. As usual, they were a friendly, jovial lot, and my presentation seemed to be well received. What interested me more on this occasion, however, was the fact that, not only had the club recently celebrated its 75th anniversary, but one of the charter members (now 98) was still living in the town! Canada’s ‘western’ population may not have been here very long, but, especially in the smaller towns it seems, there’s still a definite sense of history.

I don't know whether it's a streamlining defence against the wind, or just a way of being different, but it's impossible not to notice that traffic lights in Alberta hang the other way

It could almost be East Anglia... almost...

If you're a slow-moving vehicle, it pays to be noticeable: what do you reckon to something like this for Ranger's cyber-goth retro-fit?

"Oooo, it's definitely getting flat now, Ranger..."
The road into Taber


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