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Unappetizing substitute yoga teacher
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Newly-created free hour between 6 and 7 p.m.
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Need to stand outside gym in relative frustration
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Opportunity to linger in Copley Square and note that bikers are amassing by the dozens
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Realization the number is more like in the hundreds
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Hearing the sound of bongos, played by some of said bikers
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Burning desire to bike slowly with the many hundreds -- Critical Mass, more specifically -- down Boylston to Washington Street and over to Cambridge Street and then the length of the Rose Kennedy Greenway during rush hour, running lights and blocking cars and following a man blowing rap music out of a bullhorn and yelling "Whose streets? Our streets!"
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Pretty awesome.
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Pretty awesome.
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