East Bay Bike Party

On June 14, of 2025, I wrote that the day before I got my bike and left for East Bay Bike Party at 7pm. I went to the empanada place before boarding a train and going to Mosswood Park near MacArthur Station in Oakland. I found some close friends at the entrance. I finally was able to meet a personality from social media from Las Vegas who I had known for a long time.

I noted that other social media personalities I knew were there also. An old school cyclist with a penchant for posting pics of sandwiches was there which was really cool. Turned out I know the lady who was marvelously leading with the flag was there too. She was leading the ride with a cyclist who normally brings his disco ball trailer.

The ride went one way and another, but ended up on California. I noted that my buddy from SF took a turn. I chatted with two riders with cargo bikes just like mine about how my motor had died. The ride leader’s daughter did North Berkeley turns.

The ride ended up on an alley in Berkeley. There were plenty of old school Butter Lap and SF Bike Party people. I saw a guy I knew from North Beach. I reconnected with an acquaintance from Butter Lap.

We left leisurely and went to a place in Emeryville near Amtrak. It was called Big Tank Park or something. The dancing was marvelous. I told the ride leader it was wild. People I knew but had never seen together were asking about each other.

We departed a bit late. The ride leader took us to Seventh Street via Target. By Mandela we had lost a lot of people, but there was a lot of dancing at Lake Merritt. I got selfies with the regulars including my buddy who has a tall bike. I saw the ride leader’s roommate.

I hopped a BART train home with all of the people and when I got home, I had a grilled cheese sandwich.
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