When I first got to Cesar Chavez Plaza,
the pre-ride was small enough that it wasn't obvious which bicyclists
The plaza where I've danced many times
to famous live bands was thick with bicycles when the loudspeaker
announced that the pre-rides to the three different starting points
would separate and head out.
I joined the southbound group headed
for The Plant.
When we got there we nicely filled a
litte plaza outside a healthy fast food joint. Slowly more people
filtered in. Ten minutes later there were groups of bicycles all over
There was a clump of guys with wild
cruiser bikes. Somebody among them is a good metalworker, to say the
least. I'm not used to seeing things like this at normal bike shops.
What was missing was the sound of Oingo
Boingo singing about "a dead man's party". But then, maybe that's just
my Orange County days speaking...
At the next regroup, there was this
woman selling bike party shirts out of the side door of a pannel van.
She was doing a good business. Walt's Bikes was selling bike lights,
tubes, and helmets out of another car. They were also doing minor
The guy riding the bike with the
skelaton riding above him told me his bike is ten feet tall, including
the man upstairs.
The guy with the orange ribs wanted
everybody to know about this upcoming bike ride in Santa Cruz.
Getting a good picture of the guy
ballancing on two wheels was sort of a challenge. Part of the problem
was that it was so dark where we were that I couldn't use the
viewfinder on my camera. I had to point and pray, and then see if the
picture worked out. The guy worked with me. It took several tries. I'm
greatful for what I finally got.
I had the same trouble getting good
shots of the bucking bikes.
The bird with the megaphone was telling
everybody "Right on Miller! Bike party right on Miller!"
PPNO stands for Push Pedals Not Oil!,
and is the brain child of the guy holding the other sticker.
Not shown is the pedal couch that was
providing the music to dance to.
When we got to Pruneridge and Tantau,
there was only a small island of dry sidewalk on the corner. I took up
the task of telling everybody that didn't obviously know "BIKE PARTY!
RIGHT ON PRUNE RIDGE!" I also took as many pictures of eye catching
riders as they went by as possible.