Since I had some time today, I ventured out to sight-see and see what Edmonton had to offer. Not too much. They have an enormous shopping mall here that has a waterpark, seal show, and a roller coaster. That was the best thing going that I could find. I stopped by the Harley shop to buy a tshirt and see if I could find Road Plowin Don. No one in the place seemed to know who he is. Maybe my discription wasn't good enough..."long hair dude riding a late 90s Road Glide, brown Road Glide, calling himself Road Plow...I mean Road Glide Don...and who runs his Road Glide over 300lb pedestrians. Once I said this, I had to explain. Everyone around the place was laughing at the story about a 300lb woman sprinted like a gazelle 200 yards to run into his path on the road and he was too afraid to stop and tell her to get out of the road...'cause it was a "bad part of town". I can see why he doesn't hang out there...nothing but a bunch of scary bikers with their tattoos and loud Harleys. He seems about as good at "exposing yappy little shits" as he is at stopping to tell pedestrians to get out of the road so he can go ride his motorcycle. Oh, and no one has ever heard of this Blues on White place and it's not in the GPS. I'll bet the entire population of Edmonton can find the Best Western....maybe if he'd get to the better part of town he wouldn't be afraid to stop and ask someone for directions? In Edmonton, Brian