From Critical Mass to Tomales Bay

From Critical Mass 20th Anniversary

Hello All,

From the shoulder-to-shoulder, packed-liked-a-can-of-cycling-sardines mayhem of critical mass on Friday night, to the wide-open, pacific-coast-sun-soaked glory of HWY 1 on Saturday morning, your tireless blogger has enjoyed a glorious weekend on wheels.

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Seriously, the riding has been awesome.

Met up with the Pontz and Andy on Friday to roll on the 20th anniversary of critical mass.

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And what better way to contrast mobbing the streets with a bunch of hooligan cyclists on Friday, than to turn around and wake up the next morning at the ungodly hour of 6 am and meet this beast at the golden gate bridge for a half century up the coast.

Yo!

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The mass started south down the Embarcadero.

And we crept along at a pace just faster than a brisk walk.

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At points hitting these insane masses of human beings clumped up all gnar.

Ohhhh, San Francisco.

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So after about 1.5 hours of marauding around the streets, Roch and I cruised back home and caught a set of the Sebastian Parker trio at the Sheba lounge. Pretty sweet Friday all around.

And Saturday. Dude, Saturday was rad.

Euge and I charged it up the coast to Tomales Bay for Angela’s birthday party.

After a 4 hour ride, we arrived to this awesomeness.

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Being all sweaty and salty and such, I hopped in the bay for a quick rinse off.

(Pro tip: stop by the porta-potties first and rub some hand soap on your stomach for later lathering.)

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The oysters delicious, the company extraordinary.

What a stellar group of humans.

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Straight up, it was a perfect Saturday.

Happy Birthday, homey!!!!

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