Man, too busy riding bikes to blog about it – I’ll try to backfill this week. Until then, you have the raw image galleries – I just dumped my camera.
Let me fill in. Firstly, camping fell through. It was going to rain, I couldn’t get the bike put together in time, and I figured meh. Nova just got home and Sunday was her welcome home ride anyhow. So be it. Was shaping up to be a busy weekend.
Critical Mass was good – and long. There were a LOT of cops, and a lot of interviews. This was the first Mass since all that drama last month, where the driver drove over the cyclists and got his ass kicked. Ungh. What a mess that was. So now there’s a noticeable police presence. Everyone was handing out flyers – the cops handing out safety flyers and segments of the law, and others handing out an eye witness statement from someone who was there last month. All in all the education didn’t hurt, and might have helped.
The cops were very helpful but they were a little intimidating too. They stopped aggressive drivers, but silently recorded us every time someone broke a law (mostly riding up the wrong side of the road). Can’t help but worry that they were building a case of documentation that they planned to use later. Maybe I’m overreacting.
Mass was very long. I guess people felt like since we had a police escort, might as well take advantage of it. Up and down downtown, out to Ballard via 15th/Elliot, through Fremont via Leary, up Wallingford Ave, down 45th, up the drag (University), and over to Greenlake where it finally petered out. We ended up at the Pacific Inn drinking beer, and then over to the Greenlake race. Man, what a good time.
Saturday – errands, cleaned the house, hung out with peeps. Chill day recovering
Slow Sunday – was the best Slow Sunday we’d had in months. Nova was back, the posse was good. We bicycled out to the car-free day they were having in Columbia City for a minute, then down to Kabota gardens where we discovered a hidden rave, then over to Georgetown and then back to home. A grand time of bicycles and drinking and food and laughter.
Labor Day Cargo Bike Ride started at noon. I got up at 12:30. Go me. I saddled up the Long Haul Trucker and pedaled out to Ruby’s on the drag. For $12.95 you get your choice of an awesome omelet, potatoes, toast, and either coffee or a Bloody Mary. Sitting there, after an hour or so the Cargo Bike Ride cruised up the ave and I bolted to join the ride. At Ravenna Park we had a really nice, really chill picnic in the sun complete with watermelon eating contest and much lazing about. Was a super great day all in all. Made me happy to bicycle all over again.
This whole weekend really. I dunno, it was like a centering of sorts. Everything came back into focus. It was a good weekend to ride bikes. Go look at the links for the whole gallery of pictures. They’re not great but they are what they are.