How I Feel When I Get Insanely Hungry Halfway Through My Commute

How I feel when I finally get home and eat the first thing I see:

Dear Bros On The Lakefront Trail

You look EXACTLY like this when you think you’re being “cool” by towing your bonehead friend on rollerblades or a skateboard. Just stop.

I’m Just Going To Leave This Here…

The Most Annoying Op-Ed On Cycling in Chicago Of The Year.

I’m not sure if the content is more annoying than the rigamaroll you must go through to actually read the article, but do yourself a favor and read this for nothing more than to inspire blind rage. Keep in mind, the author’s job is to inspire blind rage on a regular basis. Try not to get too fired up. 

You’re not completely wrong on some points, but due to your generalizations and condescension, my reaction to you, Mr. Kaas, is:

Monday Morning Commute

 

 

I’m moving slow today, sportsfans.

At The End of A Particularly Treacherous Commute

Me Trying to Wave a Car Through a Four Way Stop

   

To The Guy In the Mercedes (Station Wagon) Who Leaned Out His Window to Say, “Nice Ass.”

Me To Any Vehicle Traveling In The Bike Lane That Is Not A Bike

To The Number 8 Busses to Terrorize Me Daily

Trying to Slide In Between a Bus and A Semi