Another swarm of (Chinese-American) bike kids.

The other Saturday, I was coming out of the grocery store in my neighborhood at like around nine-thirty at night, and up the main drag comes a swarm of like six or seven or eight or nine (Chinese-American) bike kids, who were in middle school or maybe early high school and might have been in their teenage years, it seemed to me.

They were riding on the right side of the street, but they took up a lot of space and were all spaced out and were riding sometimes in the bike lane and at other times way out in the lane, to the point where a car had to slow down behind them and wait for them, though they were all riding very fast, and weaving back and forth across the lanes.

It was something like a show of force, it seemed, with the simplicity and the recklessness of youth, kind of like as if they were living for themselves and for now, but still innocently.

Only one had a bikelight, and one had a radio strapped to the back of his bike, playing hip-hop.