Well. I looked out the window today and I was duly impressed by what I saw. Sheesh, this is the onset of winter? I’m starting to think those nightmarish stories repeated ad nauseum to newcomers until the fearful earworm is embedded are strategic. Maybe Wellingtonians are keen to scare folks off with woeful tales of winter? Keep the finery to ourselves and whatnot. That’s cool. Just let me know if I’m supposed to tow that line.
(Cue the jagged rain.)
This morning, I faced the sun and wanted only one thing. To go for a ride. Not to anywhere in particular, really, and definitely not for exercise, but just to ride. Under that warm May sun. I also wanted to enjoy some outdoor dining. Or maybe just a seat on an empty bench at Oriental Bay to spot some stingrays. Maybe an ice cream.
As it happened, I found a friend to ride with and we did enjoy a beer outside after rolling around the bays. But you know what would have been even better? Rolling with more friends. You know, like, for fun.
All of this to preface my burning, pulsing, aching hope for some social rides. I’m thinking something along the lines of Critical Mass or Midnight Ridazz, but I’ll take anything that doesn’t involve spandex, clips and drafting. Not that there’s anything wrong with any of that; I just steer clear of the synthetic fabrics and I’m scared of attaching my feet to anything. Plus, the killer profile of my killer Frye boots would be severely diminished by clips. There really is no accounting for taste, is there? (None of this is to say that I wouldn’t ride with speedsters, if they didn’t mind, you know, taking it down a notch. Otherwise, I fear we’d soon part company. Go get ’em, speedsters!)
So, you know, what about the rest of you? Doesn’t some Critical Massing sound good? Doesn’t it seem like it’s just about time for it? Don’t you want to meet new friends and have a beer after? Don’t you want to see just how many of us there really are? Because you know what? There are a lot of us on bikes out there. Enough to make our mass critical if we want.
Word on the street is that a Critical Mass will happen on June 24 at 5:30. That should give everyone plenty of time to make a helmet cozy and find the perfect bike bell for the occasion. Because, you know, a mass should make a little noise.
Who’s in? More info to come.