Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Carlo on the block


There's few things in life that I like as much as jug wine in the summertime. My hands down favorite is Carlo Rossi Sangria. Take a puff and sip all night on this lavender colored goodness.

As I was headed to the local supermercado tonight for the pirate wine I heard the curious sound of screeching tires. Now I've lived in sketchy neighborhoods for the better part of 15 years so to me this signifies one of two things, Cops or shit's about to go down. Sure enough sitting at the light an early 80's oldsmobile whips a u-turn up and over the sidewalk to cut off some rivals slippin'. The young men on the sidewalk go into mode and before this dude can get a door open or a pop off the four of them are destroying the oldsmobile with their murray mountain bikes. Overhand throws, full destruction. as the last of the bikes flies and shatters the glass the straps come out. Ahh, the signature sound of raggety .22 caliber pistols. It's almost hard to be afraid of this tiny sound but it sure makes people run for the hills. More screeching tires and it's over. As the kids are trying to straighten their now unrideable bikes the cops come cruising through, clueless as usual. I love these rotten neighborhoods for pure entertainment value alone. So go get some jug wine while it's still warm out and hope for a random incident on your block. Summertime Chi.

5 comments:

nick said...

Damn man that sounds like fun. What side of chicago? I know some areas like that here in indy. sangria some good stuff!

B Harlow said...

West side all the time.

nick said...

ya me to

nick said...

any long rides planned for the long weekend?

Kid Kurpius said...

Sounds like a west side story. Hell yeah.... I'm riding to Iowa then straight to Milwaukee then straight to a POW WOW around a campfire somewhere near Canada. Oh then New York City!