(first posted 5/2/2018) One of my favorite weekend activities over the past few years has been participation in what I call “Exploration Saturdays”. My partner and I decided that Chicago is much too big and interesting to spend each and every weekend doing the same exact things in the same exact order. Familiarity can be both a blessing and a curse. From our neighborhood next to Lake Michigan, there’s basically only a semi-circle’s worth of radii from which to trek out, making our choice of direction a little easier, I suppose. Two weekends ago, we found ourselves in Wicker Park, an area that had, decades ago, been a low-rent district until an adventurous demographic of arts-minded people started to move there in the ’90s, slowly changing its character from blighted and a bit scary, to eclectic, edgy and cool. It was in the Wicker Park about five years ago that I spotted our featured car.
