I managed to get to
bike party too late to get a lot of pictures at the beginning. That was
too bad, because there was a lot to see there. You have to use your
imagination. These were just the people that got near me in a long thin
line of bikers that somebody found to be more than 1100 of us. What
finally inspired me to drop everything else and get out my camera was
that old hip hop song with the line "California knows how to party" in
it over and over. It was coming out of that Sweety Style shark cart.
Thank you sir for elevating my mood!
After that I just shot as many animals
as I could.
The bag piper was awesome even though
he didn't remind me of anything more furry than a Scott or an Arab.
Not long after I took these pictures I
came across an old friend having a bad trip on the grass. I saw him
kind of pull over and collapse just ahead of me. I doubled back to find
out what was going on. He muttered something. He'd eaten one of those
huge THC laced brownies that somebody else was giving out. The whole
thing. The guy isn't used to eating marijuana treats and he'd had a big
dose even for people that consume a lot. The guy was just not ready to
get back on his bike at all. I bailed after I figured out that I
couldn't help much. Several people stayed with him. By this time I was
near the back of the pack, where there just weren't many others. I
found myself just riding along hoping those blinking lights in the
distance were really bike party riders.
I found out later my friend ended up in the hospital. Haven't heard
much since hearing that. Hope it works out okay.
If you've eaten too much good stuff, the best thing to do is start
ralphing it up. I told my friend that I'd done that after realizing my
mistake when the same thing happened to me a month or so before. My
theory is that the more of it you can upchuck, the less of it is going
to end up in your blood. I felt miserable, but not collapsed on the
grass miserable. Sitting on the curb wondering what's up and hurling
miserable. I didn't manage to inspire him to do that kind of thing. All
I can say for sure is watch out for those brownies! There could be
mischief in them. My advice is maybe start with just a quarter of one.
If you still want more in an hour then have another quarter. Being too
stoned is just not much fun.
They used to have a "Welcome to
Mountain View" sign, but now at the city line they just have a this
thing. Getting to it means "you're almost home." That means fifteen
more minutes of pedaling or something like that. Easy St. gives me the
same kind of feeling again, but by that time I have maybe four minutes
of pedaling to go.