I Love This City.
A couple months ago it was a mass pillow fight. Today, it was BYOBW.
I read about the event a couple days ago (thank you, SFist), but due to my short attention span I managed to forget about it by this morning. So Keith and I grabbed brunch (okay, it was 2 pm by that time), stopped by Safeway, and hopped on the 22 back home, and just as we boarded the bus there was a guy talking to his friend on the phone about how he was heading to Lombard for the Big Wheel races. Yikes! It was 3:30 by then, the "race" started at 4, and I was still on the bus with my friggin groceries. So we got home, I unpacked my groceries tout de suite, and determined within about 30 seconds that if I wanted to make the event in time, I would have to find a cab. Another 10 seconds was all it took to decide that I didn't want to miss it (cab fare be damned), and luckily managed to find one within a couple minutes of leaving the apartment.
I got to about a block away from the top of the race by just a few minutes past 4, and was afraid I might have missed it as a couple dozen people were walking away from the direction I was headed, but was relieved to find those people in the minority as there were hundreds of people still lining the infamous block of Lombard. I had only missed the first race and the racers were walking their vehicles back up to the top of this hill. And then, they were off!
I am so glad I went. They did three races once I got there (so four altogether), and there were so many participants (definitely 50, but probably closer to 100, I'm bad at guestimating) they had to stagger the starting times. And I ended up running into my friend Noah (small world!)--next time I'll try to get a group together, but being reminded of an event 30 minutes before start time doesn't lend itself to activity planning.
Would I actually participate in the race? Nah. It was fun enough to watch. And much less dangerous. This is one event where I didn't mind being on the sidelines.
I read about the event a couple days ago (thank you, SFist), but due to my short attention span I managed to forget about it by this morning. So Keith and I grabbed brunch (okay, it was 2 pm by that time), stopped by Safeway, and hopped on the 22 back home, and just as we boarded the bus there was a guy talking to his friend on the phone about how he was heading to Lombard for the Big Wheel races. Yikes! It was 3:30 by then, the "race" started at 4, and I was still on the bus with my friggin groceries. So we got home, I unpacked my groceries tout de suite, and determined within about 30 seconds that if I wanted to make the event in time, I would have to find a cab. Another 10 seconds was all it took to decide that I didn't want to miss it (cab fare be damned), and luckily managed to find one within a couple minutes of leaving the apartment.
I got to about a block away from the top of the race by just a few minutes past 4, and was afraid I might have missed it as a couple dozen people were walking away from the direction I was headed, but was relieved to find those people in the minority as there were hundreds of people still lining the infamous block of Lombard. I had only missed the first race and the racers were walking their vehicles back up to the top of this hill. And then, they were off!
I am so glad I went. They did three races once I got there (so four altogether), and there were so many participants (definitely 50, but probably closer to 100, I'm bad at guestimating) they had to stagger the starting times. And I ended up running into my friend Noah (small world!)--next time I'll try to get a group together, but being reminded of an event 30 minutes before start time doesn't lend itself to activity planning.
Would I actually participate in the race? Nah. It was fun enough to watch. And much less dangerous. This is one event where I didn't mind being on the sidelines.