I spent a night in San Francisco. It was the last Friday of the year so my friend and I slipped into some polyester clothing and yellow vest. It was Critical Mass evening, a last-Friday-of-month event in San Fran (and many cities) that celebrates the old bicycle. Throngs of happy, smoky, well-inked young folk hoot and holler from their two-wheels through the city causing great havoc and stalling traffic for an hour.
It is intended to spread the word of biking and bike-friendly cities. Judging from the glazed looks on the faces of drivers stuck in concrete at cocktail hour Friday, I imagine it is about as effective as driving a stampede of horses through the county park in order to promote your interest in horseback riding. But I rode and I rode hard.
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