Midnight Ride (with lasers)

23 06 2013

What better way to spend the few fleeting hours of darkness of the shortest night of the year, than to ride the night away with a big group of fellow cyclists, with a portable sound system and laser light show.

It's like a bicycle disco.

It’s like a bicycle disco.

Before the ride, participants pimped out their steeds with all sorts of lights.

Before the ride, participants pimped out their steeds with all sorts of lights.

Rollin' down the Ave.

Rollin’ down the Ave.

Smiles all around.

Smiles all around.

Laser wheels in the late night twilight.

Phantom wheels in the late night twilight.

Riding on, into the night.

Riding on, into the night.

Taking the streets, groovin' to the tunes.

Taking the streets, groovin’ to the tunes.

It's actually quite hard to get a photo of this big a group at night.

It’s actually quite hard to get a photo of this big a group at night.

Retro futurism (with bikes and rowdy riders).

Retro futurism (with bikes and rowdy riders).

Zoomin' through the 'hoods.

Zoomin’ through the ‘hoods.

Instructions: 1) Weave sparkler through spokes. 2) Light with torch or other sparkler. 3) Ride away before you set something on fire.

Instructions: 1) Weave sparkler through spokes. 2) Light with torch or other sparkler. 3) Ride away before you set something on fire.

Future-bike disco.

Future-bike disco.

Invade a parkade.

Invade a parkade.

Lovers in auto-centric times.

Lovers in auto-centric times.

Photos with friends.

Photos with friends.

It's a portable disco!

It’s a DIY disco!

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Midnight Magic

22 08 2012

The ingredients:

  • A hot summer night, preferably one where the majority of people are at home sleeping because they have to work the next day.
  • Friends.
  • Bicycles.
  • A mobile sound system hooked up to an amazing disco bike.
  • A sense of adventure.

Chris brings the party with his bike.

Add a splash at the legislature grounds.

Too bad this is last year for the leg (pronounced ledge) reflecting pool.

And a chance encounter with some more free spirits (people, not bicycles), and suddenly we’re supplying the soundtrack for a fire jam.

Fire spinning!

Making art with kerosene…

…while the city sleeps…

Just don’t drop the flaming staff.

When we pulled up to the fire jam, the folks were stressing about the lack of tunes. When they saw/heard us, several of them ran up and spread hugs all around. Later, we showed them that cyclists could spin fire too, by weaving sparklers through our spokes, lighting them & riding into the darkness.

The night ended with the cyclists riding up the hill to the soundtrack of Hot Butter. I don’t care how tough the hill is, with that you can’t help but giggle & smile.

Anyone who tells you E-Ville is dead on a Sunday night isn’t looking in the right place. Sunday night belongs to the cyclists.