The spring winds in Chicago have been even more aggressive than the winter winds. On Monday stormy winds pounded waves onto the lakefront trail, breaking up the asphalt. This created both huge chunks of rock and cavernous potholes to dodge. The water then filled the potholes to create inground pools.
Luckily, I was cozy working from home waiting for UPS to bring my Betty Foy*. My husband served as an intrepid reporter, reporting back to me on his adventurous commute.
The picture above is a pothole similar to the one he hit while distracted by waves, knocking his coffee mug out of the bottle cage and forcing him stop and chase it as it rolled toward Lake Michigan (crisis averted in the nick of time).
No sooner did he take care of that situation, a huge wave took him by surprise by crashing on him over his top tube and knees, soaking him from the waist down (“like standing in the surf”). Notice the water droplets on the top tube in the picture below – it wasn’t raining, that’s all waves.
When he finally got to the end of his white water cycling adventure, he had a whole new water-related situation to deal with: PENGUINS! And you thought you worked with animals (ba dum dum). He’s an engineer, so I’ll just leave this picture open-ended for you to ponder.
I love the fat guy laying down in the lower right hand corner and the sneaky one walking on the ledge in the back.
[*I'm loving Betty, though I'm working out some handlebar positioning kinks. Camera battery was dead today, so my ride review will have to wait.]