The bards of gridlock

Speeding cabs are part of the poetry of Chicago. They whoosh down Michigan Avenue in fleets calibrated perfectly - through an avenue’s worth of traffic lights, turning green in succession. The drivers are on the move. Ahead..the majesty of a day’s first fare and the indignity of shepherding a belligerent reveler, the tyranny of fleet owners and taxi commission bureaucrats.

The empty city is coming to life.