Last summer a bunch of us started going on the Swansea Critical Mass, numbers were low (5-6) so we took it upon ourselves to print flyers and start really pushing the thing, in a few months we got the numbers up to 50+ and took to holding up some traffic etc. “Thats cool”, yes it was but some people didn’t like it, the original dudes started to cry like fucking babies cause we were on the road and not the cycle path and because the speed had picked up and cause some people didn’t have lights. Moan, moan , moan, bitch, bitch, bitch they went, then they removed me from the admin list on the Facebook group, I stopped advertising it and told everyone not to bother anymore cause we’d start our own ride…

Saturday saw the first ever Critical Mess, (it’s just like a real life Critical Mass that you get in every other city around the world but we go when we want) we took to the streets and had fun, no pussy middle class cry babies were on this ride, no way pedro, this ride was for people that liked to have pure unadulterated fun on their bike and take more pleasure from that than they do feeling their own ass when it’s pulled nice and firm inside lycra shorts.

That’s about all I have to say on the matter, laters. Oh yeah, we went to Harvester and took advantage of their free pop refill policy.

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