We ended up renting a couple of bikes on the first day, and rolled around the islands. One day was enough for R. I couldn’t help but notice bicycles and infrastructure throughout the week. Bikes were common in Montreal, and there were painted bike lanes, bike lanes with a concrete barrier separating them from cars, and sharrows. We saw all sorts of bikers– from the spandex-clad racing up Mont Royal, to the commuters in regular clothing riding from one part of the city to another. I did not see any conflicts with bicyclists and drivers while I was there, and it seemed like biking was simply another accepted mode of transportation.
I realize the obvious consequence that the more I bike, the more I notice biking around me. That’s a good thing. It’s a part of my life, and I’m happy to see it’s a part of other people’s lives where I’ve traveled as well.