HAMMS

Like salted pork.

So… I don’t even know the dude that took this photo. How much does that say how much of a goon I am? Thanks to Deniz for shooting this my way when he saw it.

This was at Critical Mass last Friday (the last Friday of every month is Critical Mass, this was June’s). My best estimation was that there was probably like three thousand of us. But I have no idea how to gauge numbers like that. So who knows. Got to ride with my pal Janine and her man Camillo (who also couriers downtown), Ted and his lady Liz, and a few others whose names I’m really bad with. Also got to see Josue on his bike, which I’m really jealous of, but I don’t like his bars.

Okay, time to switch over the laundry, and go spend Canada day hanging out at Seylynn with a sundown mission to bust up some coping and beers at Bonsor.