A few years ago I used to ride with Portland Critical Mass every month. Eventually, the numbers became so small that it seemed pointless to continue. Still, I’ve long felt a kinship with Critical Mass rides everywhere. Thus, seeing the following video taken Friday night in Brazil almost made me cry. One minute into the video, the joy and serenity is replaced with insane violence:
Vital Statistics
I’ve been noticing more and more that people are disobeying the “No Smoking” signs on the Max platforms. I haven’t said anything to anyone in awhile, but last night I disembarked from the Red Line train at Gateway and found two TriMet employees standing on the platform smoking and talking. What the hell?
Bike odometer: 6095 miles
Current reading: Forgotten Promise by Gretchen Von Loewe Kreuter, Smoke and Guns by Kirsten Baldock and Fabio Moon
Recent listening: The Ghost of Tom Joad by Bruce Springsteen, The Caution Horses by Cowboy Junkies, The Score by The Fugees, Rainy Day Music by The Jayhawks
Recent viewing:The Colbert Report, Sportscenter, Medium, CSI: Miami, Lakers at Suns, Bulls at Heat
Recent playing: Poker Room
Recently Accomplished: Mowed the lawn (front and back, very short), turned the compost, ordered new pedals for bike
Imperative To Do: Bike repairs, get watch fixed
Cool link: What does Critical Mass mean to you?