I get so psyched sometimes, my face falls off. Or maybe I rip it off – I’m not sure, but it’s definitely HULK STATUS™. I recently saw this video of one crazy kid starting an amazing dance party (thanks @ETOTHEROCK):
Did you watch the whole thing? No? Well then you won’t get it – so go watch the whole thing, and get back to me. Do some dancing while you’re at it.
I think this is exactly what we should be doing as cyclists, and for those involved with Midnight Ridazz, in the bike scene. We gotta rage and party so hard, we gotta ride and own the streets so well, we gotta smash and mash and turbo blast so fast that people can’t help but RUN over to participate. Biking should be so fun, such a meteor ride to the moon, that people can’t even take the time to mount their bikes. Our bike lanes should be full of people crushing it on foot, carrying their bikes they’re so excited. People ought to be biking around in their pajamas and bath towels with shaving cream on their face because they just were too stoked to bike that they forgot to do some things.
So how do you do it? I think the way to get the metaphoric dance party started is to literally start the dance party, a real one. Biking doesn’t have to be all about biking, but rather the opportunities that it affords you as transportation, one in particular being the spontaneous dance party in a glorious location.
And that’s what we do. On Santa Monica Critical Mass last month we stopped at the First Friday’s Art Walk on Abbot Kinney in Venice. And at California and Abbot Kinney, we got a crowd on non-cyclists involved in a huge dance party. A huge dance party that, when the light was red for traffic on Abbot Kinney, we would take over the intersection and dance their, to the point where hundreds of people were dancing on the red. Even when the music died.
You think those folks will ever look at cyclists the same way? No chance – they’ll always wonder if that was one of the people who showed them the best time of their life.
Crazy dancing kid, I salute you!