I was out riding today. 'Twas a fine day, to be sure, a bit chilly and the winds were gusty, but the sun was shining. What's not to like? I stopped to take a quick pic in Glencoe at the entrance to Ravine Bluffs.


I turned at the Fort and headed back south. As I was entering downtown Highland Park, I was passed by a young gun on one of those plastic fantastic bikes. I don't know what it was. He passed me in a blur. Just after passing me, he charged through a four-way stop, forcing an oncoming car (who had the right-of-way) to stop, then continued on his way. About a half a block south, he quickly looked back in my direction. What? Are you hoping I will give chase? I'm no fool. My bike is probably 10 pounds heavier than yours. I am probably 20 pounds heavier than you. I am also probably at least 25 years older than you. I'm not going to chase you.

Then I had a vision of George Lucas's next Star Wars rewrite: