This just in from one of the many Drunkcyclist Correspondents on the prowl:
Subject: Travel guide with Primo.
Chicago has a bike scene. The last week has been hot and fucking humid, great riding weather for the masochist in all of us. The reoccurring theme here is girls 1970’s Schwinn, Hornet’s Hollywood’s and Continentals with those fabulous steel frames running 26 1 3/8 tires.
At 1st I though I was on crack, but then I realized that Schwinn’s used to be made here, that explains the big SCHWINE population. Also, there is a refreshing single speed movement here. I was happy to see so many kids running ultra cheap road rigs with single speed and even fixed set ups.
But, of course, I am a malcontent, and ultimately began to get annoyed with the fact that too many of these rigs were running ENORMOUS front rings, What is this the 1930’s?!?! Also, I was amused to see a few of the classic remove your derailleur and shorten the chain till shit fits maneuver.
BRAVO, a true $5 rig.
I thought I had seen it all till a guy rolled by on a $4; rig, less a buck cause he didn’t even bother to oil his chain. I pointed this out to Pistol Pete who simply smiled and said, “He don’t need oil for where he’s goin'”.
True that, a one-way ticket to bicycle hell. Then something bad happened, I saw a sign that said $1 tequila shots, PISTOL PETE. What the fuck? Did they see us coming? The night ended with me getting served bad food with an attitude, after which I had to be physically subdued to avoid being charged with felony stab master arson (don’t ask) but all is well that ends well with Karaoke at 2 am at a place that served “Adventure Beer”.
I love this town. Next Hong Kong and Taiwan.
I don’t know how those two do it, I’m just glad that they do.by