San Jose Bike Party

It was our last ride of the summer and sure was a blast finale. Many people say there's a mysterious but mind soothing feeling about cycling in one's hometown. I couldn't agree any less with that, for the ride today was quite more beautiful than our rides in the majestic city of San Francisco.

After a quick fix dinner in downtown, Derek and I rallied to the meeting point to wait for the rest of the participants to arrive. 3,500 cyclists flooded the lot, a few jumped over fences despite police orders not to, and it took 20 minutes for everyone to finally get out.




We poured all over into tiny downtown streets until we were released into the wide, open suburban/industrial areas. Moderate police presence from the cities of San Jose, Milpitas and Santa Clara was definitely there to escort us.

Riding at night was a difference experience than the day. With the blackness of the sky and the remote streets lighted by the orange glow of streetlamps, our noisy and congested city seemed to shrink into a pastoral town. The cool wind softly blew on my face, my troubled soul cleansed. I'm quietly flying through the city. It was a feeling I cycled for.