bicycling to spread the word
sand in the war machine
create peace

public space, the streets, become comfortable to a queer march down market street thanks to bicyclists who rolled around market and castro, then regrouped and rolled with a tail of troopers.

After blocks and blocks of parallel motion, bicyclists converged with marchers on Gough by McAllister. A motorcycle police whiped out (embarrasing timing) and bicyclists shifted and protected some jogging marchers, while hundreds other were rushed and arrested (including my sister, I think)

It is blissful to continue in peacefull motion. Pedal Powered. Keeping tabs. Not being scared. Occupying public space. Not burning oil. Conversing. Riding.

I think this friday was poetic. Beautiful.

put in your two cents, catch the wild fire, illustrate your ideas on this. . .

use your legs to be free

a nice mix