I look across and there are literally hundreds of bikes clogging the bridge Northbound.
So I grab my camera, dash across four (4!) lanes of traffic and start taking some shots. I meet some friendly people:
And then who do I see?
Morgman himself! Right at the head of the hooligans, bright red shirt, big pimpin' glasses and smirk of course:
I think these were mostly new riders though, as they had an apparent lack of instruction of the bicycles use. There was a real tendency to hoist the bikes above their heads for strange and unknown to me reasons:
I didn't want to criticize as they all seemed to enjoy themselves.
I took the opportunity to chat with a couple of nice girls, sadly the one with the shades was leaving Vancouver for parts unknown. Well, she probably knew, but I didn't get that much of the story ;)
Then it was onto a bit more photography of other, not nearly as exciting things:
That is all.
