I checked my past blogs and find out that was exactly one month since the first ride with my bike. I did some nice rides and took many good photos.

The first week was the toughest, at least my rear end said soo, but now it's OK. They became buddies.

With time the rides get longer and the last one was no less than 23 kilometers long.

Not bad for an oldtimer like me.

Enjoy the photos from the last ride with my bike.

Albertans know how to squeeze the most out of summer.

Another city hare resting 5 meters from Avenue full of noisy traffic.

It's a rare sight of a brick building here.

Even most of the churches are made of wood.

I reached the newest bridge and it was quite a long ride but it pays off well.

But there was more.

I'm not making this up, but just when I leaned over the fence the Queen came by.

What a coincidence,

and a perfect timing.

On the way home I met this weird guy.

Well, maybe I'll need to change my statement about the brick buildings.

It looks like they're not so rare as I thought.

This was my reward for the long ride. Good dog.

And now is the time to finish my story.

The morning after I was sipping my morning coffee in the front yard and I noticed that back door in our garage was wide opened.

My first thought was wind but there were also lights still on in the garage.

We keep a lot of stuff laying around. Tools, pails, boots, lawn mower, and so on.

On the first glance, everything was still there. Thank god. I must keep the door locked in the future.

But then I realized something is not how it should be. It was just one bike in the stand and one was missing.

Guess which one.

Now you understand the meaning of the title of this post.

I learned my lesson.

Live is not a cake, my friends.