I'd work at Astral Photo then quickly run to the Eaton Parkade where motorcycles parked for free across from the ticket booth. Assuming I didn't get into any accidents (a big ask, for me) I pyekked down Portage Avenue into Westwood in plenty of time to watch Miami Vice in the cool, carpeted comfort of my parents' basement.
It was faster and cheaper than riding bus.
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