after a 15-mile riverside ride, my bike, despite its long-punctured tire, made it to evanston.
"i'm here!"the catalyst for the ride was to go sailing. though the lack of wind squashed those plans.
people tanning, not sailinga 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).
"pair me with butter & garlic potatoes, a spring salad with grilled mushrooms and bleu cheese, and beer." "ok"
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