Friday, March 18, 2011

Fuck Cars...


Ok so this isn't nessacarily a NEW drawing but I think it's interesting...

I spent most of today in this manic frenzy of cleaning // changing alfits // listening to music. I was sitting in my room wondering if my desktop speakers would plug into my mac and work. I plug them into the usb port and audio jack and presto...music at the appropriate level...11

Finally I got my shit together and decided to head out for my ride. I wanted no real destination, I wanted more to see the city. So I text Tabo and ask him if he's still up at our school. He is, along with Jill and Alice who is closing the print center. I tell him I'll head that way and to text me if he leaves.

I go through a normal fiasco trying to get all the bikes situated. I don't have a bike lock of my own right now so I take Nina's lock and try to move her bike into our pseudo utility room I guess we'll call it. Anyway, I get everything situated and head out, suddenly realizing that I've locked myself out of my house during the musical bikes game. Fuck. Oh well...Im leaving anyway.

I love riding a bike because you are completely in the elements...I need a motorcycle soon but even a motorcycle can't get to all these little places a bike can, can't be stealthy.

Here's what the ride was like 

Shit, my tires are low. Go back? Nah.

Going down Chicago ave...the sun is setting behind me and everything is cast in orange

Metal grates on the bridge makes my tires bob up and down.

I can see my breath but it feels perfect

Cracks in the road make me post on my pedals

Smells like concrete and bread right here...really really strong

This hill isn't so tough

Graffiti tags

Libyan cabby spits and walks round his car

Weave in between the L tracks and parked cars

Car honks, "Go fuck yourself." I say

Pull into the shade of five sky scrapers the surround my school

That ride was amazing really. I'm still reeling off of it if you can't tell. I think from I'm going to try and bike to my classes from now on, makes me feel a lot better and I'm sure I'd get along with people more, I'd be too tired to confront them.

that is all

[shea]

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