Finally we made it to our very first Critical Mass.
The turnout was a staggering stampede: not only we ceased the motor-powered vehicles on the streets of London, we also brought the actual Critical Mass to a complete halt. Regardless of the snail pace and a few standstills, the euphoria was in the air. We had several pedalled DJs placed here and there of the peloton with different styles of music on offer.
Half way through the ride we were cheered upon by a contraflow of skaters triggering an ecstatic glee from both of the sides. However cheesy that sounds but I did think that NOW the Lord of the Streets were out. Another pleasant surprise was a group of young drummers who came out to play (drum) and salut the riders.
Regardless of the continuous traffic stutters we made it to the Royals’ residence.
We did not continue our ride from there, so I am not responsible for anything what might have happened after that, but we took advantage of the long respite at the Buckingham Palace and this is how we jammed: