Screaming machines.

Shelly returned to Illinois yesterday and needed a ride from the airport. So Kathy and I took my van to Midway in Chicago. Because I thought traffic would be bad (and it was) I asked Kathy to drive. In spite of my nearly nonstop instructor comments she got us there and back safely. Anyway right as we were loading Shelly and her luggage this group of about 100 "crotch rocket" riders came screaming up Cicero Ave. The noise echoed thru the airport arrival area so loudly it raised the hair on the back of my neck. As we left the airport some of the stragglers came along side doing wheelies and revving their bikes. As we stopped for a red light ten or more bikers raced thru nearly causing wrecks screaming their engines as they went. 

Wow, that was enough excitement for a year.

Missing out?

Joan and I don't do Facebook or Twitter, so by today's standard we are part of the "great unwashed".  I guess we are missing out on some things. But as they say, "you don't know what you don't know".

Maybe Yogi can figure that out.