Got to ride Critical Mass last night in Atlanta for the first time in a minute. It was a solid ride, but like any organism, after being kinda sleepy through the winter, the ride needed to find its pace again. It was way too damn fast at various points, massing up for entirely too long, and a couple people thinking they were the boss of it.
(Confidential to Whistle Man: this isn't a Saturday morning lycra & spandex training ride on the Silk Sheets, and you're not the ride leader. Leave the fucking whistle at home if you're going to use it to tell us what to do.)
Several times I actually called back, "no gods, no masters!" but Whistle Man was busily riding around to yell at other parts of the pack and didn't hear me.
A random guy on a motorcycle trike (3 wheel) playing loud music self-appointed himself an intersection corker about 2/3 of the way through the ride.
What would a bike ride be without stats? I counted 117 people at the start, and we gained a few more. My ride total was about 17.8 miles, though I peeled off a little early when there was still a good sized pack.
Good stuff.
(Confidential to Whistle Man: this isn't a Saturday morning lycra & spandex training ride on the Silk Sheets, and you're not the ride leader. Leave the fucking whistle at home if you're going to use it to tell us what to do.)
Several times I actually called back, "no gods, no masters!" but Whistle Man was busily riding around to yell at other parts of the pack and didn't hear me.
A random guy on a motorcycle trike (3 wheel) playing loud music self-appointed himself an intersection corker about 2/3 of the way through the ride.
What would a bike ride be without stats? I counted 117 people at the start, and we gained a few more. My ride total was about 17.8 miles, though I peeled off a little early when there was still a good sized pack.
Good stuff.
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