bike date

You know what else happened that day?
This girl tried to go on a bike ride with me.
Here's the scene: heading west on Lombard to new digs, she gets next to me (so we're "a car" and blocking a whole lane of traffic). Instead of passing me (what I thought she was going to do), she just starts chatting in her little British accent about how much fun it is to ride bikes with someone, and it's her favorite thing, and how no cars will ever pass us.
She had giant hair.
(I turned down 10th, our bike ride was a short four or five blocks).