It’s cool when work plans fall through. “Do whatever you want,” the boss texted me. Maybe I took it too literal, because I wanted to pack up my tools and go ride. I did.
I came up Wabash and saw these guys striking a job at 9th St. The 3 guys on the sidewalk are holding signs. You can see one guy working above them with a hardhat on. They seemed proud of themselves. I thought they were lame. Of course, maybe I thought that because the same type of clowns blow up the giant inflatable rat in protest of little ole me, when they can find me.
In my usual bike creep fashion, I rode up and down the Dearborn Bike Lane taking pics of people with bikes. Everyone had wonderful manners this morning. Everyone waited their turn, no shoaling. Wait, what is shoaling? Well, any group of fish that stay together for social reasons are shoaling, but it’s also when you annoyingly cut in front of someone waiting at a red light. Check out this Tiny Fix blog post and read more about shoaling and how to have proper etiquette on your bicycle.
“So, transform yourself first…Because you are young and have dreams and want to do something meaningful, that in itself, makes you our future and our hope. Keep expanding your horizon, decolonize your mind, and cross borders.” – Yuri Kochiyama
I lazily rode back down Wabash all the way down to 24th. Spotted a nice Mercier fixed gear in front of the Jewel on Wabash, then jumped over to Michigan and rode south for a while. I came back up North though and ended up at the lakefront.
After a weed break, I went in search of a quiet place to eat lunch. I found a lonely bench near Navy Pier where I watched the waves get choppy as the storm rolled in. Perrier with a pnut butta and jelly make for a splendid snack after riding all morning. I had to book it after this to beat the rain!