School and work have been killing my free time so I haven't been posting as much as I would like to. I've been doing a lot of fun stuff but do not have the time to do it justice in print. Bear with me as I get my shit together...
The biggest Chicago snow of the year dumped down last night. California Avenue was crunchy white and free of cars as I bike home at nine thirty pm. There was a magical silence, thanks to the insulating white blanket. The snow accumulation it's self was magical in defiance of the citiy's saturation-level salt distribution.
A lone cycleist appeared out of the swirling white ahead of me. His pace was relaxed, and as I heard him whistleing as I drew closer. An amazing tranquility had settled all over the neighborhood. The tune he was whisteling awakened a feeling of total ellation in me. He was riding a chunky aluminum road bike converted to single speed. The frame was the same shade of yellow as the one I ride. I crusied along, watching his tires crunch thin trails in the snow.
"That's a nice color," I told him as I pulled up to pass. He looked up, paused his tune for a beat, smiled, and said "Thanks".
Now the street was empty. There wasn't a car as far as I could see, save the parked ones buried under snow. I knew in my subconcious that this peaceful world would be scraped away by plow-trucks in a matter of hours, but like the softly covered rooftops, these thoughts were buried deep in beauty of winter.
For all of you racing fans, here's the update from last weekends Tour da Chicago race: The Crank 'n' Bowl (more appropriately the Slush 'n' Bowl). I fell down twice, got drenched in black slush, bolwed a spare, and placed 8th overall.
:: Ira
3:38 PM
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