Critical Mass
If you’re ever in San Francisco on the last Friday of the month, I highly recommend you join the freaks and clog the City’s streets aka Critical Mass. I know this group bike ride pisses some people off and I’m sure some of the navel giving, obsessive compulsive members of our online community are willing to debate the righteousness of this collective act of civil disobedience endlessly, but I’m not.
If you like bikes and you like riding around town with freaks, do it. You’ll laugh your ass off and get smoked out by some dude who went to college with your father, but dropped out to build Tesla Coils—they’re the next big thing, man. If you’re a square peg dork who’s a slave to the robot system for robots, save you’re breath.
Anyone ride the Critical Mass in their town?
I’ll post pictures once I figure out how to get them digitized.
Fight the power.
The trumpet scatters its awful sound Over the graves of all lands Summoning all before the throne
Death and mankind shall be stunned When Nature arises To give account before the Judge
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