A S.L.U.T. Is Born
We showed up to the Westlake area just in time to wedge ourselves onto the 2nd streetcar out of downtown today. There was a smallish crowd out and by our unofficial measurement it was comprised of 10% reporters and photographers, 10% supporters and Vulcan employees and 80% smartasses in S.L.U.T. shirts, including the guy who wrote the S.L.U.T. song who we had the good fortune to ride along with a little later on.
These are the people who actually showed up beforehand riding away on the first trolley out of Downtown.

And here's the S.L.U.T. song guy.

In addition to the reporters, supporters and smartasses there was one earnest protester. Something to do with bikes... Her sign says "Watch for injured cyclists."

Here's some kind of official-looking guy quietly asking some of the Kapow troublemakers for "I rode the S.L.U.T." pins.


Above is the view from inside. "No straps!" people kept calling to a reporter who was talking to a woman who is nearly five feet tall.
Below are some carolers at the stop by the Center for Wooden Boats where we got off for a leg stretcher and realized that we could conceivably get home to Wallingford via the S.L.U.T. to the Wooden Boats where we'd catch a water taxi up Lake Union to Ivars. It would only take us about an hour, if we timed it correctly, which beats the bus on a bad day.

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