Tonight’s Critical Mass coincided with the mayor’s lighting of the giant Christmas tree at Daley Plaza. While the initial plan was still to meet at Daley Plaza, bumbling tourists and all, that proved impossible due to nearly every inch of the plaza being occupied by a portion of bumbling tourist. After walking my bike one round around the periphery of the plaza I spotted some cyclists on the southwest corner of the plaza. One of them came up to me and said they were gathering at Federal Plaza instead. And indeed they were.
Very strange route this time round. The whole intent seemed to be to loop back to where we started. Headed north along State St, but not too long later and after zigzagging through various streets in the general vicinity of Michigan Ave, we were heading south down State St. Then followed an excursion through the South Loop and the general vicinity of Pilsen. Then we looped back again. I assumed we were supposed to head back to the starting point, i.e. either Daley Plaza or Federal Plaza, but the mass drastically decreased in size as we were heading north on a long stretch of straight road, and when we hit the intersection with Division it became clear that no one who was left in the Mass knew what the planned route was. I didn’t want to go any further north anyway so I peeled away, and 25 tiring minutes of hurtling through the Loop later, I was on the lakefront path arguing with myself over whether to exert myself now so I could get home faster and save my shoulders some pain, or whether a few minutes more pain was really nothing considering I’d already had a few hours of it.
I forgot to bring my camera this time but my nighttime photos are awful anyway.
Someone recognised my IRO and asked if it was a Mark V or Angus. I thought I’d defaced it enough with tube protectors and reflective tape and whatnot that it no longer exuded the clean elegant frame geometry it did right out of the box, but he claimed to like it anyway.