Not Cycling

Friday night! A great time to rip your arm off.
On my way home from work I ran into Chicago critical mass at a crosswalk. They shouted so I shouted back--- I think I was jarred to see that many people so suddenly, and I hurt my face smiling. I like that momentum makes people bold, and I like that critical mass turns the street into a car-and-bike tornado.

Tonight: Maxime can't keep it together.