From Thursday, 18 Aug 11
Gave my wife four sets of work clothes for me to stage at work for the rest of the week and the beginning of next week. That way I could ride every day this week.
It was a very sweaty morning (about 70o - 87% humidity), but I finally saw a deer near the seminary. It had been so long that I hardly recognized it. She was facing away from me and several cars went by when I saw her, so I felt fairly confident that she wouldn’t, you know, run me over.
Maybe that’s an unreasonable fear, but I would really not like to have my butt kicked by Bambi as he prances over a road in the dark. That is very Un-Prop-like.
When I got on campus and in front of my building I saw something that I had never seen before, the sprinklers were on.
That’s it, nothing more exciting than just, the sprinklers were on, oh, and I did not get hit by a deer. I guess I’m not really building up the suspense I said I would need.
This may be an Illini6 exclusive. As I was heading home, as I rode around the southern part of my work campus I saw the train tracks full of trains and trucks. I could see and hear the gates down at the crossing.
I approached cautiously. I really have no alternative route and I had no idea if they would let me cross. I could see that the train wasn’t moving, and as I got slowly closer I could see that there were several trains filling the tracks.
Passing a man who was walking back to one of the trucks I asked, “What happened?”
“Derailment,” came the answer.
There was a man standing on the track waving cars by so I rode up and he waved me by as well.
Looking over my shoulder I could see where the problem was, one of the cars had been crunched and what I assume was the cargo was spilled all over the track.I crossed the tracks and turned around to get a picture. I didn’t know if that was allowed so I tried to be as nonchalant as possible, hoping that the Canadian Pacific man wouldn’t notice.
“You can go down there and get a better shot, just stay off the tracks.”
I thanked him, but said that I had to be getting home.
I got my photo and pedaled home as fast as possible to try to meet my youngest at the house.
Once in Mundelein I pedaled across Lake Street to find one of the side streets full of about five police cars, a fire engine and an ambulance.
I wanted to stop but I was already running late. I never did find out what happened there.
Once I had gotten home I saw on the news that a man had stabbed two other men while I was riding home, except that man was in Gurnee, opposite of the way I ride.What a crazy day.