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Riders are lined up, waiting for traffic to move,
just past the turn from Michigan Avenue onto Milwaukee Street.
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Spectators, too, are lined up, not only several
rows deep, but several columns high as well.
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Heading towards the bridge which is sort of the
unofficial dividing line between downtown, and the semi industrial and warehouse
area of the old third ward.
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A view from under the bridge, north up Milwaukee
Street, towards Downtown.
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This is a busy parade for hands. Everywhere you
look they are waving or stuck out waiting to be slapped.
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All semblance of order is being lost here, as the
riders, and spectators merge and crowd together near the end of the route.
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Saying hi to the folks. I suspect that many of the
riders are beginning to wonder just how long this route goes on, and how many
people have mustered themselves to line the way.
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Waving flags and shaking or slapping hands, the
crowds have some to see the riders, and the riders have come to gawk at the
crowds.
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Riders veer through crowds which have, once again,
ambled pretty far out into the street.
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A volunteer can be seen trying to get some of the
people back up onto the sidewalk. Most seem unaware of his presence.
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We are past all of the freeway overpasses, and have
left the Downtown area and are in the third ward.
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Looking back past the warehouses and lofts
of the beginning of the third ward, towards Downtown.
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A good natured steward of crowd control does her
best, but is not going to let the impossibility of keeping order get to her
here.
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As in other places along the route, people wander
pretty far out into the street, and are occasionally shooed back onto the
sidewalk.
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This broad road leads off into a labyrinth of small,
twisted, streets, and parking lots.
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Reach out and touch someone, or perhaps you will
settle for just a wave.
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Lined up and waiting for things to move. There are
significant traffic stoppages, as riders further on begin to park their bikes,
or wait to get into the huge lots bounding the Summerfest grounds.
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Not since Roman times have so many mounted riders
been hailed from the rooftops.
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Several crowded rooftops can be seen in this view.
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Passing in review, these riders are cheered on for
the final leg of their journey.
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This near to the grounds, a party atmosphere has
already begun to develop. People sit in lawn chairs or sprawl on the ground.
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The roads twist and turn from here on in, and all
sign of organization soon disappears.
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