last stop took me by surprise

in order to check out this last school for MK we needed to ride our fixies thru a brick wall of imaginary green flames positioned discreetly, yet openly in a quaintly-high-tax-bracketted neighborhood in chicago.

it was pretty cool. with the child matching her nerdiness to that of the other young future-generation-of-those-who-are-gonna-need-to-save-our-slacker-collective-asses, i was free to engage in my ususal brand of hightly productiive contribution to society. that being riding a cool bike, drinking coffee and eating pastries, and in this particular case adding in the pleasurable pastime of steeping my sorry ass in the beauty of the Art Institute. they had a killer edvard munch exhibit going on, and i wished russell was there. paul gaugain is my fave artist, BTW.

i then managed to hole up in some medievel looking corner of the campus to spend some tme reading as if i was in a harry potter book for bit. then we beat a speedy kwik run to ND to do a last minute walk-thru before declaring the great 09 college search over. the play will be at the plate - stay tuned on that one - but enuf of that already.

tried to ride ride kettles on the way home with rick, russel, liz, and the elusive JWM. first we got there early, and managed to get lost. we regrouped, and after an impressive leadout jwm kept attacking HARD off the back, like it was the world championships. i will take some credit for his elusiveness, he is wily in the extreme. for example, he rides bike so utterly vile that your eyes instinctively look the other direction when he is on it, allowing him that ultra-kwik window to slip away behind you. when he gets that new 29er, that particular tactic will no longer work.

speaking of wily - you cannot beat russell, as everybody knows. consider, he generously buys MK a nice breakfast at a quentin tarantino-esque restaraunt - compare to poor rick W who, just the previous weekend, foolhardily employed the very same gambit with nicky. hmmmmm 15 1/2 old male vs just-18 y/o female bike racer with a prom dress to slip into that eve . . . . . . . . . . who would you rather be buying breakfast for ??? tactics, tactics.