If I carried a real camera, I'd have a photo of Jeffy's Action Bike as we actually experienced it: as a tiny hovering UFO--and rallying point. Because it illuminated the ground underneath it with a flourescent glow, it was how we all kept together during and after The Burn: because there were no other light sources at its level, it was easy to spot in a throng.
But...night-time, man: "Too dawk, use frash!" So in my flash-aided photo, you don't get the cool glow effect. Sorry.
The bike itself was a $3.33 thrift store refugee that a couple of Detroitsters snagged (3 bikes/ten bucks) and hauled up to the playa. The light's just one of those flourescent stick jobbies, with blinking side lights and a light on the end. But when ya put 'em on a bike, see...well, ya gotta whole nother deal goin there, yup. Couldn't have been designed more perfectly if the bike makers had made it standard equipment: you got your headlight, you got your blinking emergencies, and you got your all-important Playa Illumination. (But I'm getting ahead of the story...)
(But lemme tell ya, it's extra-special fun to ride an illuminated bike when you're, um, illuminated, too.)
The sad part is, it had to be left with the Rangers on Load-Out Day. (Shades of Lucky the car, *sniff*, *sniff*.)
