I just got back from my first Critical Mass, which was just about the coolest thing I have ever done. Basically, on the last Friday of the month, a couple hundred bicyclists meet down at Copley Square and then take over the streets. And let me tell you, it is out of this world.
So I get down to Copley Square, which is in downtown, around 5:30, and everyone is just kind of hanging out in the park. The event is leaderless, so it takes a while for things to get started. After about twenty minutes of waiting around, some cyclists start to riding a lazy circle on this paved part of the park. In ones and twos more people start to join them, until before you know it a couple hundred of us are riding in this circle. And then someone let’s out a yell, and everyone else yells back, and then he pointed towards Boylston St. screaming “That way!” and we were off!
We all rode out of the park onto Boylston St. The three or four guys in front got off their bikes to block or “cork” traffic on the street so that we could pass. The idea behind Critical Mass is to take over the streets for bicycles, so whenever we came to an intersection or traffic, people would stand in front of the cars to allow us cyclists through. We would roll up to a red light, and a few brave souls would boldy step out into traffic and cork off the intersection, and then a string bicyclists 5 blocks long would roll through. For the most part, the drivers were cordial enough, but a few would get really angry–which of course only encouraged us. At every angry honk, a cheer would go up through the crowd.
We rode all over town. Like I said, the event is leaderless, so whoever happens to be in frong gets to call the shots. So we made a loop through the posh part of downtown, and then we crossed Charles bridge into Cambridge, where we rode all over Harvard, and then crossed back over the Charles into Allston (my neighborhood) and then onto Brighton. The whole time we’re making noise, yelling “Happy Friday!” to everyone on the streets. One guy carried drum sticks and played beats on a pickel barrel he had strapped to the front of his bike.
After about an hour I had to leave, so I have no idea how it ends. I bet that after a while it dwindles down to just a few people, and then its over, but I don’t know. I can’t wait to do it again next month!