Critical Mass Ride Tonight: Sept. 28th

Critical Mass Bike Ride,
Meet at Balboa Park Fountain by the Science Center at 7pm.
Bring your Bike, Bring your friends.

Video/Cameras, Helmets, Lights, Bells, Whistles and Train horns.

400 Riders Last month, who knows how many we will have now.
Spread the word! We must be heard!

In Regards to Last Months ride and subsequent arrests:

Don’t forget, Cops are not your friends. They instantly dislike you because you represent a logistical nightmare. They don’t care if you are a nice person. They don’t care if you pay taxes. You are a threat. They get paid shit to take a lot of shit the least of that should be from us and the joy from having a badge and a gun can manifest in different often violent or dominating ways. Stay on the right side of the road, don’t fuck with motorist. Peaceful civil disobedience is still disobedience, don’t give them an excuse to arrest you! Cyclist are held accountable by laws just like other citizens, its good to reclaim the streets just remember the streets were made for cars. know your rights! you can find them here Have Fun!

Critical Mass Revisited

PREFACE: I was looking around online to see if I could find some info on CM rides or some photos from the CM ride I was on a few weeks back. I found this on DIGG and thought it was worth commenting on as I had noticed some recklessness from cyclists and some aggressive behavior (plus the ominous absence of the Mission Hills Bike Shop boys). anyway, check it out. heres the comment I left there.
i’ve been doing cm rides on and off. half the time, at least in san diego it is a positive experience but i’ve noticed on the last few rides that more assholes are joining in, basically reminds me of how a lot of skateboarders didn’t really skate for fun but to engage in criminal activities, graffing stuff with lame tags, harassing people – gang mentality, etc. anyway, i thought your commentary on the matter was interesting and for the most part agreeable. two main things happened on the last ride that made me question why i was taking part in it. 1. an elderly woman got harassed while trying to get through a ‘circled’ intersection. it didn’t get out of hand but as a cowardly bystander some 20 feet away i felt ashamed i was in the same vicinity as the people mocking her – i mean she’s someones grandmother. i know i’d fuck someone up for doing that to my mom or gran. the 2nd thing that happened was going down a side street a bunch of the rowdier types started riding in the other lane into oncoming traffic. I, and a few others, yelled at them to ‘follow the rules’ of the road, whatever that means but to no avail. most of them were pounding tall boys, being obnoxious. while the romance of watching hundreds of rear lights blinking is pretty remarkable, this particular subculture/protest seems to do more harm than good.


Critical Mass San Diego

Pics from the July 27th Critical Mass.
Rough estimate of about 300-400 riders. Fixies, Multi-speeds, mountain bikes, a pretty awesome BMX crew, warriors and the usual assortment of scum and villainy (plus the drunk faction).

Flight of the Neon Birds…

At the end of 5th Street. Down Town was quite full, regular shiny shirt guys speaking ‘dood’ and females in short skirts speaking ‘like’ plus a host of San Diego Comic Con revelers, some dressed in storm trooper outfits. Every Friday night should be like this.

Corner of Park and Adams. Frame right, unseen, lurks a seriously pissed off grandma. I wonder what would happen if there was an emergency with a car, like someone had a heart attack or was squirting out a flesh turd and had to get to the hospital in a hurry during a CM ride?

Adams and 30th. Its interesting to see all the black clad goth types hanging outside Quidan and all the frat/skank types carousing outside of air conditioned on either side of the street while homeless drunks hang out in front of the liquor store and haggle for refried cigarettes…pint of whiskey was finally opened at this stop. delicious.

this one turned out to be the coolest. looks like a bunch of neon stick figures dancing on the heads of blurry bikers in the night. good visual metaphor for the evening. the route actually took me to the black box to watch the north atlantic play their last show.