So down the hatch go the pork chops and carrots and with a quick snap of the camera with the rest of the members of the Dorky Blackhawks Hat Family Fan Club...
we're off. CTA app says the bus is still 20 minutes out so we hitch an Ubercab to the game.
After an ice cream cone and a basket of buttery popcorn, and two Hawks goals...
we call it a success. So the best part of the night is over, right? Not. Even. Close.
We run into Harold, who owns this treacherously radical rickshaw complete with a massive stereo system, flashing neon lights, 5 bells, two horns and a chicken that sirens like a police siren.
Harold proceeds to ride us through, hmmm, how shall I put this... the not-so-amazing parts of town...
blaring 70's classic rock
until he safely drops us at our home, but not before he does this outlandish 360-degree spin move in the middle of the intersection near our house with me in the back.
Thank you, Harold. A spaceship would not have been a cooler mode of transportation home. The kicker? We told him while standing back at the bus stop at the United Center we had no cash on us and he said he'd take us home anyway. So when they say there are no free rides in life, well, they haven't met my man Harold and his blinking chicken siren rickshaw.
