Where
are you going? On my way home to wear out the new roll of drawing paper
I bought. I'm experimenting with wallpaper designs. So far, it's not
looking too hot.
What
are you wearing? Levis high-waisted jeans, Zodiac USA boots a la Buffalo Exchange in Wicker Park, my brother's jogging beanie, a Sundance
bag my mom bought way back when and a vintage Giants sweatshirt that my
dad says my mom stole from him when they were first dating.
Tell me about your bike, and where you got it? It's a yellow Schwinn cruiser
I bought at A Nearly New Shop in Uptown, or somewhere just as far. Not sure of
the year but I'm pretty sure there're a few different parts...
Why ride? To get lost. I love adventures. And parking downtown is expensive.
Favorite ride? Along the lake from Oak to Montrose at night. No one's out, it's a little scary, but everything is so peaceful.
While riding you …? Hand jive when I get the chance.
How
can Chicago improve bike infrastructure or be more bike friendly?
I'd say more bike lanes on streets like Kedzie and Ashland. Ashland
especially, it's super busy, but it gets you to a lot of neat places.
Also - more bike stands! I hate locking up on a bus stop.
And other cool, funny tips or stories?
The
folks at the Kinzie Chop House are super wonderful. I was on my bike
just across the street waiting for the light and I guess I didn't hold
my balance too well because I totally ate it and my bike fell beneath
me. Then some chick told me I was bleeding inside my foot. I looked down
and was like "Oh man, I am bleeding, huh.." and went flush upon closer
examination. (I'm stupidly squeamish).
So I
went into the Kinzie Chop House and was all like, "Uh, I know this is
unorthodox, but I'm bleeding, I was wondering if I could use your
bathroom.." and nodded at my foot. The lady at the host stand took one
look at it. Her eyes widened and she offered to get me a napkin. She
came back a minute later, "I wet it too.." I thanked her and proceeded
to fiddled with my shoe. She did that awkward shrug thing and set her
hands together as if to clap, "Um, would you mind doing that outside?"
I guess
I was pushing my luck. But hey, she was a total doll for getting me a
damp cloth! I mean, it's better than a toilet paper tourniquet...