turn into the tailwind at Chicago and Kedzie for the last leg home to 51st, it's rush hour, spinning 125-130, poverty thickens, black guy in mocking white guy voice says "hello officer Bob" which means only time a white guy comes in this neighborhood he's a cop, moving as fast as traffic, decide to take the whole lane if I can maintain speed, not a shout, not a honk, not a fist in anger taunt me, earning their respect the motorists yield, on that sunny afternoon southbound Kedzie, from Odgen to 51st is owned by a guy on a fixed gear bicycle.