hello again, chicago
i’m a man on a mission.
since my cherry 1993 buick century “the easy glider” was stolen out from under my nose one friday night, in front of my house, a while back (rolled onto a flat-bed — bangers love metal cars), i’m on a mission NOT to buy another auto ride…
biking in the hood, WALKING, using public trans (loving the bus service; the characters, working class, the yuppies and others on board; kneeling buses; the nice drivers (as a rule); and the even-handed social-leveling force of nature that is the CTA). zipcars (cali and the el), cabs when in a hurry. and rental cars (enterprise, 1842 milwaukee — ask for ashley — they will pick you up at home) for biz trips OOT.
so far, so good. way ahead dollarwise and loving not having the hassle of an auto-ride — the easy glider was a ticket and accident magnet. wish me stead in my mission. not since grad school have i been carless in chicago.
