"Critical Mass, Dude."

I went down the street to get a Big Gulp this evening, and as I got to the 7-11, a stream of bikes came flowing by. The were over one hundred to be sure, (they claim over 250 on the Myspace page), on every imaginable type of bike, and wearing every imaginable type of street clothing. There were a lot of tattoos, a lot of long, hot blue jeans, and everything else you could imagine. It was nice to be reminded that this place is not entirely stuck in the stone age. As I got my drink, a very tattooed man wheeled in to get something cold. The cashier asked what was going on. He shook his head and said, "Critical Mass, dude."