after a 15-mile riverside ride, my bike, despite its long-punctured tire, made it to evanston.
the catalyst for the ride was to go sailing. though the lack of wind squashed those plans.
a circuitous route back to logan followed. we tried to find the lakeshore bike trail; going east, going west, east, back west, then east again for nearly half an hour. grilled and bourbon-marinated chuck roast awaited (though chuck is not the best cut to grill).