Massholio

Got to do Critical Mass a second month in a row. Happy day! I mean, Happy Friday!





And I finally met the other known victim of the grate I ate last October. She rode into the same one in 2007 and spent three years paying off the medical bills from a broken jaw.




As group rides go, Critical Mass doesn't cover a lot of miles, but we sure do have fun.



Well, it was fun except we stumbled on a domestic violence situation, a man, walking up the street with a half-gone fifth of vodka in his hand, punched a woman who turned out to be his girlfriend. We had a sort of, uh, intervention, cops were called, the woman got some distance from the guy and medical attention for her bloody mouth, and the party rolled on.



I think it's safe to say that even in his deepest DTs, that guy never imagined himself being surrounded by cyclists who wouldn't, as he put it, mind our own business.