I couldn't pass up being part of
critical mass's 20th anniversary ride. A whole bunch of other
birds were in on the trip to. The train's bike cars were almost
completely full. Lots of people got bumped to the back car, where
there were always a couple of available spots.
There was some sort of minor
technical difficulty that required fixing a flat. Meanwhile, we
talked and got ready for the ride. It wasn't long before I headed
towards Justin (or Pee-Wee) Herman (or Bradley Manning) Plaza with
Frankie, Gary, and Robb. I wanted to get down there ASAP.
It was huge!
Hank remembered riding in the early
critical masses. He said what they had then that was missing now
was an edgy sense of "taking on the law." That was a time when
bicyclists were totally marginalized by the system. There really
has been a lot of change.
We came out of a tunnel and turned
the corner. Many floors above us on the side of a building these
dancers were doing acrobatics with a movie serving up background.
I heard later that the ride lost many people there. They just
parked watching the spectacle. Me, I watched for a few minutes and
then rejoined the tide of bicycles going by.
Mariachi's was my favorite place to
eat in the Mission District for a long time. I was sad to see that
they were closed. Usually it's for good when they look like that
on Friday night.
I think of the woman in green as
"Alabama". It was kinda fun to talk to her.
I barely remember that D. C. Transit
light rail. I don't think I saw it live in action, but I saw it in
a memorial museum tour. I guess that museum didn't get enough
visitors, so they sold the exhibits to San Francisco, and now they
are rolling stock again. I could have seen that very train touring