Some folks had no idea the Tweed Ride was going on...
and yet just happened to be extremely well dressed!
And others were thrilled to be caught up in the whole mess! Hurray for one big happy cycle family!
While the Wicked Witch of the West pointed her scary finger out the window and told us there's no place like the bike lane for cyclists.
We responded to her command with a harmonious round of "Sunshine on my Shoulders."
That's pretty funny that the cyclists in the first photo fit right in. San Francisco must be inherently tweedy.
I like the use of "Sunshine On My Shoulder" as defensive weapon.
This is my favorite set of tweed ride pictures. They really tell a story of SF bike culture.
Thanks, Dottie! Glad you guys like these. It was such a fun night!
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