I went to the Critical Mass in Buenos Aires last Sunday and this dude was there filming it with a camera on a stick while riding a longboard. Check out the guy with a flowerpot on his head and the one dressed as a clown (who had drawn a six-pack on his stomach and “mommy” on his bicep). Also, the longboarding guy’s sunglasses matched his camera contraption.
I took pictures with my film camera, which I’ll be developing in… oh, maybe a few months :>
Critical Mass on Sunday was fucking awesome. We were more than a thousand people and we “took” the highway. Literally, we transformed the autopista (car-way) into a bicipista (bike-way). There were people wearing capes, others dressed as clowns, a guy with a boombox attached to the back of his bike (the first song that played was Misirlou), a guy with a bongo who played almost the whole ride while people rang their bells in tune to his rhythm, even a couple of little kids who biked the whole 3 hours!
“Neis, 47, was driving with his son last Friday, when they encountered a group of more than 100 cyclists riding in the streets of Porto Alegre. Their car then sped up and ran through the crowd — a result, Neis has said, of feeling threatened by the cyclists, who he claims were yelling and striking his car. Brazilian authorities now say that 40 riders were injured in the incident.”
I wear a helmet at all times save for when I go to Critical Mass, because hey, there are only cyclists around me, we’re going REALLY slow and there’s no chance of getting run over! But because of this complete idiot of a human being, I think I’m going to wear a helmet at CM from now on. Ugh.
Despite a stupidly impatient guy on a motorcycle crashing into a girl and throwing her off her bike. Thankfully, calm people intervened before others beat the crap out of him, and the girl only got a few scratches. Still, though, ugh.
Critical Mass last week was fun: there were around 4000 cyclists, more than there’s ever been, and it was also the 3º anniversary, which meant lots of people wore costumes and decorated their bikes with balloons. I’m not a fan of dressing myself up in strange attires, but I did take an entire lemon cake with absurd amounts of frosting.
This is meee, reflected on a bike light, with the Obelisk and my bike (silver one to the left) in the background.
My Chilean friend and his little friend (and first Argentinean housemate, as he later told me) biked hand-in-hand for a long while as everyone around them melted.
