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I FEEL CORRUPTED
We met up with jesse, alexis, angela and julie for bunch at el Chile on Manor. Some were brave and drank the spiced beer, while I stuck with the tired and true: margaritas.
After a couple of the cold libations, we rode over in our small bike gang to cafe mundi. We arrived at the Island of Misfit Toys. I felt at home. Me and anglea immediately jumped on the big bike rotator thing. She pedaled and I swung. And almost barfed after the drinks & brunch.
But that didn't stop us. We got on the bike merry-go-round for gravitational delights.
We hooked up with Nick and headed to the street to demo the satan-welded bikes. There were double bikes, tall bikes, chopper bikes, scooter bikes, steering wheel bikes, trailer bikes, and even a furry bike.
Everyone was having a good time. There was alot of tolerance and cooperation. Like when the guy in the blond wig kept telling folks they had to get off the street if they had a beer in their hand.
It was sweet because the crowd was pretty diverse. Old to the young, punks from the day, freaks, normals and a grandmother and her granddaughter that looked like they just happened to wander by and were having fun. The best part: lots of bikes.
We even got a chance to catch up with some old friends from back in day when nobody was concerned with being an adult. In fact, I think we all looked at each other and said: Hay, you're still alive. Cool.
They started the show around 5:30pm, there was a bike mosh pit you could ride in, bike jousting on tall bikes, bikes that spewed fire, kill the pinata while riding a bike (you should have seen the kids and their maniac grins), space launch to mars bike, more mosh pit biking and complete and utter cyclecide corruption. And God said: This is good. Well, I doubt it - but it's always good for publicity to get a quote from God.
If the band of pedal punks are coming your way, it's not something to sit out. Enjoy...