Had a great mini vacation in Chicago. Sister had her baby boy, so I am an uncle. Took my bike with me this time, and hit the Lakefront trail that runs along Lake Michigan and Chicago. I did 25.5 miles all together. It was blazing hot by 9 am, so I cut my ride short.
I have ridden several mountain bike trails that made my ass pucker. Nothing, and I mean nothing compares to riding on the streets of Chicago in traffic. She lives about 3 miles or so from the lake, so I busted ass down Irving Park, in traffic, like a fucking boss. That is some scary shit right there, no joke.