My friend Jeanie ,
see here:
read the post BwB and called B.S. on me. She didn’t say this to my face but I gathered as much from what happened next.
Jeanie sent out the word about riding Critical Mass here in SF and I was going to ride to work anyway so I said why not. If you never heard of Critical Mass well, shame on you. In short, its when a lot of bikers “take over” the streets right at rush hour the last Friday of every month.
Sounds like fun? Then you are a biker.
Sounds like a nightmare? Then you are one of the hundreds of drivers that are trying to figure out if you would be convicted of murder, involuntary manslaughter or hailed as a hero for running over a few bikers that are purposely laying their bikes in the middle of the intersection to make you stop when you have the green and letting a 20min caravan of bikers run the red light.
On with the vindication…
Jeanie was running late and the Mass waits for no one so my buddy and I started off. We called from different intersections to give her a chance to catch up but after about 15 mins we figured that she would never find us and we’d just meet up at the bar later.
5mins after that thought….”Hey guys! I can’t believe I found you!” When I asked how she found us. She said “I read your Biking while Black blog and thought it wasn’t true but then, damn I found you…maybe you are right!”
Point, Set, Match.
DjD.
DjD. 