Dave and Steven get Critical in Chicago

Our first Chicago Critical Mass. I shouldn't have rushed from
work and picked an expensive parking garage

(the closest to Daley Plaza). There was a half-hour wait until the ride started.

But at 6:30 p.m. or so, somebody gave the signal and

"away we go!" with a thousand or so of our closest friends.

 Including unicycle guy. 

And bubble dude.

After a little more than an hour of touring Chicago's

west and near-north neighborhoods, we

got hungry and peeled  off the Mass at Armitage.

Our  dinner destination was  Harry Carey's.

Steven got to ride the Holey Cow. (He stayed on

for the required eight seconds.)

And we had dinner. OK, we had the feast

of a lifetime. I had the filet ("succulent" only

  begins to describe it) and Steven had

some sort of pasta that rendered him

speechless. And those of you who know Steven

understand what that means.

Dessert was Highland Scotch whisky.

Dang we had a good time.