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Monthly Archives: March 2012
As a bike lover and former San Franciscan, when I heard there was a Masse Critique movement in Paris, I was determined to see what it was all about. Critical Mass, an informal gathering of cyclists that meet at a given point and ride in a group throughout the city, started in SF in 1992. It has since grown into a decentralized, international pro-cyclist movement with a much more political bent, and greater traffic disturbances, than originally envisioned. In most cities, this takes place on the last Friday of every month, right before the evening end-of-the-week rush hour. I remember leaving my office near Market Street and getting stuck in a few of these, thankfully on foot. With all the hills, being a cyclist in SF is a serious commitment, and this event definitely highlights the sense of identity that goes along with it. There’s a huge turnout. The bicycles are often elaborately decorated and carrying all sorts of signage. Sometimes riders are in serious cycling gear, in costume or au natural (At any Bay-Area protest, outdoor event, or impromptu Saturday afternoon, someone’s getting naked. It’s just the way it is). Watching downtown San Francisco grind to an angry hault — financial district types lividly tapping away on their Blackberries and cab drivers yelling or cranking their seats back totally resigned — as a huge group of jubilant cyclists stream through is an image I will always associate with that city. Continue reading