don’t be a jerk

This year’s turkey was a ridiculous 19 pounder that was probably the best I’ve ever made on account of my folks’ new handy dandy oven with it’s built in meat thermometer. I have been gorging myself on Thanksgiving kibbles for the past 48 hours.

Decided to hit up the Central LA Critical Mass on Black Friday to burn off the inevitable belly.

This month’s CM and the ensuing People’s Ride (basically another 10-15 mile ride for folks that don’t feel like calling it quits after CM’s 10-15 miles) were pretty brisk. I liked it personally, but these are supposed to be “no drop” rides meaning we wait up for the slowest person, and it didn’t work out that way this time. I’m fairly certain we were gradually losing riders from pretty early on in the ride.

Here are some blurry pics:

Tim and I rode out the 8-9 miles from West LA for the meetup. Our tally by the end of the night was probably 40-45 miles. With long leisurely rests, of course. There sure is a lot of drinking and smoking of the marijuana on these rides. There’s a Saturday night ride called Crank Mob which is supposed to be even worse.

Big Neil (aka “Optimific” in the LA Fixie scene.) Neil drove up from Irvine to meet up with us. Missed the start of the ride by a few minutes, but after a series of awkward phone calls and texted updates, he was able meet up with us.

God, my little pocket Canon isn’t doing it for me during these night rides. One of these days, I gotta lug out my big camera to really get some of these night shots.

And a video. 2nd street tunnel by bike mob.