In the spring of 2020, after two flat tires on Île Notre-Dame, I was able to go up to the Jean-Drapeau station thanks to the generosity of the ticket clerk. But at the deserted Berri-UQAM station, a guard made a point of kicking me out to prevent me from boarding an empty train with my bike. You should know that on weekdays, only one bicycle is allowed in the front car between 10 a.m. and 3 p.m., and after 7 p.m. And this permission is revoked at the slightest event, even in the opposite direction of the crowd. So I find it hard to understand why we are now proposing to welcome dogs on a leash in the metro. My bike, which I don’t sit on a bench seat, doesn’t bark, bite, mess up, sow little green bags and doesn’t make anyone allergic. Can the same be said of dogs? The bicycle, on the other hand, is an active link in the multimodal transport chain. Taking Paris as an example seems rather worrying to me, when you think that we had to invent dirt bikes to clean the sidewalks there.
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