Anyway, without further ado, here's my dumbed-down photo blog...
Since I recently ordered the demolition of the Energy Drink/Santo De Vitamin B/Chris Roberts Shrine at work, I figured I’d snap a few photos of it first, to commerate its existance. Though magical, it was time to make room for a new radio.
The back story: There are a few people at work who actually beleive that they're getting some sort of nutritional value (specifically vitamin B) out of consuming mass quantities of energy drinks. They worship this crap, so we started an energy drink shrine for them to worship. Santo De Vitamin B was/is the shrine's mascot, if you will. I'm over it now.
In the last 6 weeks, I've spent a fair amount of time in Woodstock, IL on business. I hate business travel because it takes me out of my routine. My normal routine doesn't include scraping ice off windshields or driving fruity cars like the Chevy HHR. That's why I refused to drive the rental car & made Dave Coronado scrape the windshield. He was pretty good at it for a guy from Colton, CA. If I lived in place where the temps dropped below 0, I think I'd be a professional drinker or sleeper instead of a bicycle racer. It was wicked cold.
Finally our schedule let up enough that we were able to see some of Chicago before checking in at O'Hare. Coronado, Friztencarter & I toured the Field Museum a stone throw away from Soldier's Field & Lake Michigan. Our little field trip (no pun intended) wasn't exactly Ferris Bueller's Day Off, but it beat killing time eating biscuts & gravy at the Cracker Barrel
They don't have buildings this tall back home in Mentone. Thank God.
Sweet(ness). Sure, it's not Lambeau Field, but the way I see it - it's the next best thing. Later we cruised by Wrigley Field, but by that time, my batteries were dead. Oh well. Baseball sucks anyway.
Back at the Field Museum, I found this mobile Nifty Thrifty Honda 50 attached to a giant audio cassette storage case & radio. It was some sort of mobile boom box used in Africa.
The Lake Michigan side of Soldier's Field. No wonder it's so damn cold on that field. If a Bears kicker shanked a field goal hard enough, the ball could land in shallow end of Lake Michigan. The lake is that close.
Lake Michigan & the Chicago skyline. Impressive, yes, but I prefer the San Bernardino Mountains skyline.
I can't wait to ride my bike...