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- porn (11x)
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- crack (1x)
Somehow that makes me smile.
I don’t usually feel this way after a Critical Mass – but yesterdays Mass sucked. Evidently some kids from the Fast Friday race got to the lead and proceeded to be a bunch of assholes. We were briefly in downtown before a couple rockstars decided to climb us straight up Capitol Hill, up Olive. Not an enormous hill, but it lost 40% of the riders right there. I had a girl call out “sir, could you please wait for me? ” Oh man, totally. It was an asshole thing to do and wasn’t community minded at all to take everyone up that route.
We got to the end of Broadway but people were pissed off at being led around by those pricks and split Mass again to go back down Broadway. Feeling a little miffed but basically feeling okay physically, I kept on with the remaining 20 of us to go North down 10th. Went out to the U district, and again some fixie asshole tried to bring us the wrong way up Roosevelt, Joby recovered it and we did go up to 45th but again directions got confused, most everybody made a right and went down 45th, myself and half a dozen others went straight, realized we’d lost most of the pack, tried to take a shortcut to catch up but couldn’t find them and landed at the CIP for beer and food. Phone calls ensued, it comes to light the group went to Gasworks – so myself and J split the CIP before we’d even had a chance to sit down and hauled ass to meet the rest of the gang. Just as we hit the park J wrecked on train tracks. Thats a tough girl, J. She drug herself out of the street and lo and behold not a bit of broken skin. No road rash at all. Still I bet she’s sore today.
I wish I hadn’t left my camera at home in my other bag, but I don’t know if it could have captured how beautiful it was on top of “The Mountain” once we got to Gasworks. It was also cold and windy. We sat up there, drank a couple beers and the group split up, officially at the end of Mass. Us Slow Sunday kids (Aden, Kat, Yeyo, J and myself) sorta stuck together though and made our way up to Adens house in Wallingford where more beer was consumed and stories were told and tattoos were shown much laughter was had. Midnight we all packed up for the .83 midnight Greenlake race. There was a total of 11 people there, ourselves included. Yeyo, Aden and I didn’t race but Kat and J did. Kat got a flat and J won “first girl” around the lake – since she was the only girl. Go J!
Around 1:30-2:00am (I’m guessing) we were all tired and drunkish and it was getting cold so headed for home. Kat, J, and myself stopped at the bakery dumpster for bread and headed for Capitol hill. J passed out on my couch and here I sit writing this silly post the day after.
Last night turned out to be a good ride afterall – but I’m sore today boy.