Back in March of this year, I rode in my first Critical Mass here in San Francisco. Although it's something I'd like to do every month, I only got around to riding it for a second time this last Friday. As usual, it was an entirely surreal, somewhat unique experience, and I only had to ditch my firm's annual billiards party to ride in it. Of course, we rode right in front of Jillian's, where the party was being held. Doh!
Not a lot to tell really, but I guess I can sum it up with this quick note. As we were gathering at Embarcaderro, an older gentlemen, clearly a tourist (seemingly from the South) came up to me and asked, "What do y'all got going on here?"
I replied, "Just a little bike ride."
And I think that's what I like most about Critical Mass. Despite all the dueling "bike cultures" and the hate from other cyclists we all seem to encounter here in the city, Critical Mass is the one time we all seem to be on the same page. Same agenda. United. Eh...
I can't do an adequate job of describing the sights from Friday, but I strongly recommend this pretty amazing photoset on Flickr from Hal Bergman photography.
Your boy bg even shows his mug in the following shot... See?!?
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Look Ma, one hand.
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