Slowly we moved, inch by inch, through clouds of exhaust, engines pinging and knocking, through cheering crowds bearing signs of welcome.  They filled the overpasses to the point of collapse, lined the streets and perched atop buildings (or were they snipers atop the book depository along the grassy knoll?).  Not much commentary needed, the pictures tell the story...

All shapes and sizes

And the final stop, the grand parking lot held only a potion of the bikes.  Every single main street and side street were completely lined with more bikes. 

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