The wind becomes a tornado

Tuesday night, for a lark, I took advantage of the cool weather to ride the Vespa up to Kafein in Evanston. I got kinda cold in just a T-shirt and leather jacket, riding into the 50-degree night weather. It was fun though. There was a super-cute girl, with hair maybe a quarter-inch longer than mine on one of the couches near me...too bad she was way too young.

Dana finally got a bicycle, after talking about it for a year. Last night we rode down to 31st St. Beach and sat and talked and caught up. Then we started back and I had a flat tire. Goddamnit. We walked the five miles or so back to her place and I got a ride home. Good opportunity to have a long conversation, though.

I got pissed off riding up Halsted this evening. Practically every asshole using the bike lane as a passing lane was in some sort of SUV. Even with bicycles wizzing and passing them by, they didn't have the common decency to get the fuck out of the bike lane. Shitheads. Were I on my bike and not the Vespa, I would have run out of loogies to hock at them.

It's so windy outside, my apartment is being messed up further by the vortices produced.