Enter the Mini. Enter the Mini Bike Army.
Mini bike - usually a child's bike, 16/18" wheels or smaller.
The Mini Bike Army - the bunch of fools who ride these miniature machines. Get one! (they're cheap - think Value Village, Salley Anne) Join us!
Hats off to Chris B, the founder of this people's army, for getting this business started. This week the Mini Bike Army has held both its inagural and second rides - the second of which I had the pleasure of attending. Activities included totally confusing most people around us, making strangers smile (or try pretty hard not to - that was yaletown after all), riding through large fountains, bombing several parking garages in some pretty intense racing, and riding the yellow line down robson street. Thrills, Chills - even some pretty rad Spills were all included in the package.
To all of you in Vancyle who love to ride a little wierd, uncle sam (riding on a mini, top hat and all) wants YOU! For more info, or to enlist check out the website:
Mini Bike Army
Account of last week's ride to come soon - the next Midnight Mass is Thursday July 23rd, prelude to Critical Mass, the following day - 6:00pm on the Georgia street side of the Art Gallery.
I'll close this post with the Biker's Creed - freshly plagiarized & modified from Stanley Kubrik's Full Metal Jacket --
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My bicycle is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My bicycle, without me, is useless.
Without my bicycle, I am useless.
I must ride my bicycle true.
I must ride better than traffic, my enemy,
which is trying to kill me.
I must convert them before they choke me.
My bicycle and myself know that what counts on the road,
is not the gear we wear,
the style or make of bike,
nor the destination in mind.
We know it is the ride that counts.
We will ride.
My bicycle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses,
its cranks and its wheels.
I will ever guard it against
the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my bicycle clean and ready,
even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
Before all bikers I swear this creed.
My bicycle and myself are the defenders of my city.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no traffic,
but Peace on the road.
see you next week.