Letters to the editor for the week of August 22nd 

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Cyclists need to share road

As a Pemberton local watching as thousands of cyclists invade my town last weekend (for the Slow Food Cycle), I am horror stricken. The rudeness, ignorance of laws and overall pandemonium of an event that is not very well organized has left me stressed out a tad.

The roads are open to both cyclists and vehicles, but try to tell that to the cyclists, who ride two km/h, five wide, giving you the finger when you accelerate to all of 12 kms/h to pass. Then there are the groups of cyclists coming at you in the wrong lane, forcing you to stop. I am also flabbergasted by the thousands of cyclists who do not have helmets on. Is that not the law?

I am wondering as to what the benefits are for the businesses in town? I talked to various business owners today and at most are disappointed by the lack of any profit all, stores are quiet. Also, there is a freaking beer garden in our public park! I watched as a number of people half staggered to their vehicles, loaded up their bikes and drove off.

I understand that the police were pre-occupied a tad with a separate senseless tragedy, but I fail to understand why I/we have to put up with a bunch of ignorant cyclists every year.

And to think next weekend, they will force us yet again into chaos in our small town.

Not impressed at all by the cyclists and the organizers.

Peter Wortman
Pemberton

 

Where was the local fare?

Although the Pemberton Valley Slow Food Cycle in previous years has been one of summer's highlights for me, this year's version was about a 4/10 in my opinion, and not just because of the cool and cloudy weather.

Following our drive from Whistler, we arrived in Pemberton shortly after 8:00 a.m., and after registering we headed off on our bikes along the route, looking forward to coffee and homemade pastries for breakfast at one of the first farms visited. A cup of luke warm, tasteless brown water was passed off as coffee ($2) while the pastries had that wrapped-in-plastic look that communicates industrial production on a gigantic scale. I chose a slice of banana loaf in error, as it turned out to be identical to that available at any Starbucks anywhere in the world.

Undaunted, my friends and I continued pedalling along the route, although I think we were slightly off in our timing, as we stood in line for more than an hour for what turned out to be a very mediocre hamburger, a wait which likely might challenge an entry in the Guinness Book of Records.

In the past, I have not associated hamburgers with farm produce from the Pemberton Valley, and I have not eaten a hamburger of any description in more than 10 years. At $8 for the hamburger and a can of artificially flavored sparkling water available at Whistler's IGA Marketplace, it was more expensive and less reminiscent of farm produce than one could have purchased at any baseball or football stadium anywhere. Again, I doubt whether the beef was locally produced, and I suspect it came frozen from a huge processing plant somewhere thousands of kilometres from Pemberton.

At another farm, we endured another long wait for a triple sampler of tacos ($10.00), which included prime rib, potato, and seafood taco samplers. I found it difficult not to ask myself how Mexican tacos could possibly represent farm produce from the Pemberton Valley. The beef was overcooked, tough, and stringy, the seafood was cod, a fish that is certainly not local, and I avoided the potato taco sampler since I can't think of anything more boring than starch served inside a starchy wrapper. The fact that I dislike Mexican food generally, whether boring, refried, or simply too spicy, didn't improve the experience.

In fact, I didn't eat anything all day that I would normally walk across the street for. However, I do love a bike ride in the Pemberton Valley meadows, especially in the company of good friends.

Next year, I will give this event — with its underwhelming non-local food — a pass, and enjoy a bike ride here in Whistler with friends, followed by a nice lunch at any one of Whistler's excellent choices, and one that does not require an hour's wait to get in the door.

Doug Garnett
Whistler

 

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