Chicagologue, pt. 1

Saturday, June 24th: After too little sleep, about 4 hours for most of us despite our best intentions, Team Penske, which is what Kevin, Gil, Danny and myself had dubbed our merry band, hit the road bound for Chi-town. Not that Team Penske, but 4 intrepid adventurers on a cross-country race involving only one competitor. Our goal: Get Danny moved from Birmingham to Chicago in one day, so he can finish his residency at the University of Chicago Hospital. Danny was our crew chief, natch, and driver of the pace car–nope, it doesn’t make sense, but just go with it. Gil was his co-pilot. I was the driver of Penske 1, our nearly empty moving truck, with Kevin as my co-pilot and, eventual relief driver. You guessed it; Kevin earned his coveralls on this trip.

It may surprise some of you to know that I am an expert moving truck driver, my specialty being Penskes (because that’s what I’ve driven mostly). Evidently, my reputation in this regard is well-known to my friends. Thus, I found myself behind the wheel of a big ol’ truck (actually, I think it was the 12-footer, one of the smallest models) headed up I-65 to the Windy City. We made excellent time (about 11 hours) despite a 75mph speed governor on the truck, one of the worst thunderstorms I’ve ever seen in Louisville, KY and truly awful Chicago traffic for about the last 45 minutes. Thankfully, Kevin was driving by that point.

After moving Danny into his new place on Michigan Ave., just down the street from Millennium Park, we headed to a Thai place, Ma & I, about a block away. I ordered the Panang Gai (peanut and coconut curry with chicken and a smattering of fresh vegetables) as is my custom at new Thai places. It was pretty good, but not as spicy as I would have liked. The chicken was better than I’ve had in most places (large, juicy chunks) and plentiful. The service was very slow, but friendly. The place was BYOB, as are many places there as I later learned because of the extreme difficulty of obtaining a liquor license. We picked up a couple of six-packs at the local Jewel Osco, a grocery store chain there, Hacker-Pschorr Weisse (one of the best wheat beers I’ve had) and R.J. King’s Wingwalker Lager, which was pretty bland. After generous portions and a couple of beers, our lack of sleep and hours on the road caught up with us quickly and we called it a night.

Part two, forthcoming. In the meantime, here are photos of Team Penske in action:

TP driving Penske 1

I’m a driver. I’m a winner. Things are gonna change; I can feel it.

Team Penske at a pit stop sans Gil

Kevin, Danny and myself at a pit stop.

Gil checks out the truck

Gil checks out the truck

Heading Into Chicago

The Windy City


3 Responses to “Chicagologue, pt. 1”  

  1. 1 dc

    nice, broham. don’t forget to include the lyrics for the team penske anthem.

  2. 2 tom

    Yes, as Danny so rightly reminds me, our awesomely-bad anthem for the trip was Snow Patrol’s “Chasing Cars,” the chorus of which was sung countless times at the most inappropriate moments. Good times.

    Seriously, though, have you seen the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxXwIIBlSgw. Not is only is the band a warmed-over Coldplay with strong college-rock (and not in the good way) overtones, they don’t even have fun with their music or their video because they’re too concerned about being serious (read: pretentious). All in all, though, a delicious road anthem:)

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