Chicago Scenes

Ah, when work finishes, what a feeling. I go downstairs with the FedEx packages and mail, say goodnight to the Irish doorman with the mangled face and the other security guard who always calls me 'sir'. My tie is already off, my bag is on my back, and my helmet on my head. I grab my bike off the rack and bag up my lock and make the light going west across Michigan on Wacker and pull into traffic. The road is clear. When a bus is ahead of me I pass on the left or right, when a taxi stops suddenly I swerve around. Across the bridge on State because the grates are filled in.

Left at the first light, made the light. Cut across or made all the lights down the street to the scary bridge by the chocolate factories where the iron is slippery. It's ok, no rain. Going fast despite the wind uphill then turning on Milwaukee. It's bumpy under the railroad bridge but the light afterwards is easily passable without braking green or red. It's uneventful. I fly by the lines of people stuck in their cages. HA! I pass two bike commuters on the bridge over 90/94.

Then left on to Chicago for a little variation. I usually take Division but today it's Chicago. Good thing I did. I'm riding along the less bike-friendly and bus-filled street and then about 4 blocks east of Paulina I see this fella walking along the opposite side of the street, then pick something up above his head, then I see what it is. He raises up a brick and gives it a mighty throw right into the windshield of a new Toyota. I'm staring in disbelief as I bike past, but the man looks nuts and I'm not about to stop him. I continue home. Weird shit. I briefly considered telling a cop when I passed one about four blocks later at an intersection, but thought, 'fuck it' and kept going.