The Dead Baby race is a treacherous downhill bike race with a mammoth party at the end. This year's party is in Georgetown, and it's something to see; there are close to a thousand people in these two abandoned lots and pouring in and out of various surrounding artsy studios. I ask a whole bunch of people who won the race. Nobody knows, not even the medics: Two women dressed up as nurses are supposed to provide first aid to any damaged racers. "We bandaged a lot of elbows and knees," one of the nurses says, "but there's no broken bones, which is kind of disappointing. We hope we'll get some damage out of the jousting."

Ah, the bicycle jousting. Two bicyclists wielding long metal poles with boxing gloves duct-taped on the end charge at each other, and the one left standing after they collide is the winner. To add to the peril, some douchebags are standing on top of a nearby warehouse and throwing water balloons. This seems to be the Airport Way version of calling the cops. When I ask someone why the police are ignoring this huge, unlicensed gathering of people openly drinking and smoking pot in public, she laughs: "This is Georgetown. There is no law."

In the other lot there's a Ferris wheel constructed from bike parts. The ride actually operates on pedal power, and there's a long line of folks waiting for their turn. People everywhere are very drunk; a woman needs three men to hold her up, and another guy is speaking in tongues. I hope they prearranged designated bicyclists. recommended

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