Bike Race
Friday night at Midnight was the 666-20-08 Alley Cat. I got there late because I couldn't find my helmet, but not so late that I missed out. I got my spoke card and my map and hung out waiting for the start. Some people started riding around the circle while waiting and the cops took notice. They pulled up and started handing out tickets if you didn't have a front and back light and a bell. (that's right, a fucking bell, on the circle, on a friday night, with the ballin' ass el caminos bumping easy-mf-e.) At that point the race organizer was like GO! And I thought it was the general scatter order, so I hung out because I was 66% legal (the most noticable 66%--lights). About 3 minutes later, the cop was still there and the guy was like "the race started man, what are you still doing here". Then I rode like the fucking wind, caught everyone that was assigned to the same first checkpoint as me as they were leaving it, got my card, caught up with and passed them on the way to the second, and toasted their asses all the way to the third where.... every one in the race was waiting. Shit got called on account of pigs (they were out gunning for cyclists). Oh well. Re-scheduled for next Friday, after the critical mass apparently.
I think the bike crackdowns are about to get started up in this shit.
I think the bike crackdowns are about to get started up in this shit.