Every 1st Friday of the Month up to 70 plus bikers arrive with trucks, cars loaded with bikes from neighboring communities joining forces with our Lake Worth bikers. Yes, keep Lake Worth quirky. The entire world rides critical mass on the last Friday of the month, Lake Worth’s Critical Mass rides on the first Friday. You could observe the newbies they were by themselves others hailed their friends. As I was preparing to go my neighbor popped in asking are you going to such and such. No I’m going for a bike ride “YOU are going on a ten-mile ride?” Until that moment I was looking forward to this ride. 10 whole miles who knew. Well, I was committed. I knew I could drop out at any time. It’s fun watching the arrival of the different kind of bikes. First time I went I saw a girls regular beach bike nothing fancy no gears. If she can do this I can keep up with my Raleigh 3 speed. (don’t know how to use the speeds). Met this couple from Parrot Cove with a bike that mm looked very familiar.
It was left as a sidewalk gift.
What exactly is Critical Mass? Very brief once over. “Monthly political protest rides” NOT exactly. It is about reclaiming the streets, for me fun and excercise and thrills. Now they are viewed as “celebrations and spontaneous gatherings” the best explanation I found was from the Chicago area. On January 4th this year, I participated in one of the first Lake Worth Critical Mass rides. You can see the difference between now and then.
The corkers are vital to the ride. They protect the riders from traffic in intersections. They position themselves so that everyone can proceed through an intersection without meeting up with a car in other words blocking traffic, once traffic has cleared. The riders are now the critical mass and transition safely though the intersection en mass.
Power in numbers. I made the entire ride. Definitely felt like, not one more hill. Had no idea that Lake Worth had hills. Tropical Ridge, our future ocean frontage. Of course a quick pass down Lake Avenue where the crowds went wild. Among the hoots and hollers I heard a voice “oh there is AnnaMaria ” guess the little one will want to ride next time. On to the destination a welcome at South Shores Tavern and Bar for libations. We were definitely thirsty by then. By October this group, the Thursday Night Peddlers and the Crazy (home built) bikes will be ready for a group ride to the Norton Museum.
THE IRONY OF IT ALL Check out this photo, as we entered this particular intersection there was a hesitation up front. How many were wondering about former bikes, had one of theirs been on this van. ha ha ha hha. Hailing from Miama I was on my 8th bike when I moved to Lake Worth the tropical paradise.