Midnight Mass is taking the tunnel [album]

I went to my first Midnight Mass as part of Bike Love Weekend . And I must say it was pretty cool. About 40 or so riders showed up to pound the streets of Vancouver once the rest of the sensible folks were fast asleep. Right after the clock struck twelve a mass of riders crashed the streets to reclaim the night.

This was probably a good time to pop that cherry as we were lucky enough to get an extra Midnight Mass due to Bike Love Weekend. As a result there were a lot of out of towners in attendence. This was especially true for minibike contingent, as there was a HUGE representation from Portland minibike crew, who have just come up for some Canadian loving this weekend.

I don't know if this is true else where but Critical Mass in Vancouver has gotten huge. There is nothing wrong with getting some thousand plus cyclists showing up in one spot. Actually that is absolutely amazing. But with the popularity the ambiance has changed. The grass roots feel of Critical Mass is no more. Again while this is the natural progression of Critical Mass, Midnight Mass strives to regain that grass root, bike gang feel.

The first rule of Bike Club, is that there is NO Bike Club!

Bike gangs are where its at. Its goes right back to when you were ten cruising the neighborhood looking to spend your allowance on snacks and video games. Its dark, you should be asleep but here you are storming the streets on your bike. How cool is that?

This is where Midnight Mass excels and why I think everyone who attends Critical Mass should also consider attending this event. But be warned be prepared to stay up late, drink some beer and have a good old time.

SUVs and Steroids are a bad mix

About the only downside is when some SUV driving, steriod pumping, jackass spit on me when I was corking an intersection. It was 1am, the streets were empty and we held him up a whole 30 seconds. That was a really cool maneuver. The street was filled with cyclists, he wasn't going anywhere. The fact I was standing there was incidental. Anyway, as he drove past and spit at me, I tried to honk my horn at him but missed so I called him a "F*&kin' C%$t" hoping he would at least stop so I could get a chance to really put my horn to good use. But to no avail he continued speeding off to where ever he needed to get too. I supsect he need to find a mirror quickly so that he could watch his balls shrivel to the size of marbles because of all the gue he has been pumping into his veins while out clubbing.

Rant done.

So yeah, I am over it now and the next time I don't feel like sleeping I will be there with a smile and a water gun... Watch out SUV fucknut.

Photos

Here are some select photos from the event: