There's nothing like riding through downtown Seattle, blowing every red light, with 1,300 or so fellow bikes. It started with an overflow of bodies and gear at a pub atop Queen Anne hill. From there we all wove our way south over cobble, through aforementioned downtown red lights, onto a downright serene 1st Ave, then across to Georgetown where we enjoyed beer, friends, pizza, and entertainment before Connie and I rode up then back down again to her place in Columbia City. Can't say, before tonight, I'd ever done anything quite like it. Now, I can.