We started slowly, wending through the leafy side streets near Bathurst and Lawrence, where we caught sight of kids freshly liberated from school zooming around on bikes. Farther south, in Forest Hill Village, we spotted a hive of shoppers, sun worshippers and patio sitters. At Sir Winston Churchill Park, as we turned left, a kite lifted off into the sky. We took a right at St. Clair and beheld the handsome cityscape as we rolled south on Avenue Road. In Yorkville, busy, elegant types swished past one another. In the Annex, students, professors and residents commingled. Through the heart of the U of T campus, swarms of backpacktoting students passed the car on all sides. At Richmond and John, we came to a standstill, which sparked an unholy din: honking…