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Today was a beautiful day and I rode my bike to school. In West Vancouver, the home of Canada's wealthiest postal codes, I passed a small gym.

What do I see as I ride by? They have moved the spin class outside, and while I ride by with the wind in my hair (well helmet) and the sun on my face, the spin class are all working like fiends and going nowhere.

I just don't get it. Why not actually ride on a nice day? Oh well, no accounting for taste. I'll try to get a photo tomorrow if they are out again.