I picked my bike up from my kind predeccesor and continued home with a huge grin on my face and squinting slightly because of  the glare from the gorgeous chrome handlebar, with difficulty I boarded it onto the front of a bus (its a long darn bike so only the front wheel is properly in) and nervously watched it sway as we braked down the hill.

Despite the threat of rain, thousands of cyclists met for the largest ride of the year at the Vancouver Art Gallery for the monthly bike party Critical Mass.