I took a rest day on Saturday in anticipation for a big ride on Sunday to Wisconsin. Kenosha is only 35 miles aways from Northbrook and that like my beach ride, only here there is no climbing. I left my Aunt's house before 5:30 AM and took a circuitous rate to Highland Park where I planned to take Sheridan Road north. At this time in the morning I could have ridden Lake Cook Road because there was no one on it.
I got to Lake Michigan right as the sun was supposed to be rising but due to the overcast I didn't see it rise.
The housing areas looked like Army housing and perhaps they still were for the Active Duty Reserve and Guard guys in the area.
I stayed off the rail trail as long as possible but the road paralleling my route diverged towards the lake and I wanted to stay closer to it.
It was paved up to Lake Forest and I was able to maintain a good pace
I just on the other side of Waukegan when I felt something fall off my bike. Stopping and turning around I saw that my seat pack had come off. The rough surface must have rattled the bolt out of the holder. I rode further back but couldn't find the holder and wrote it off. I shoved the pack in my back pocket and continued riding.
I grabbed this energy drink from my Aunt's refrigerator and since there was a nearby garbage can decided to drink it. It was basically a weak version of a Monster Energy drink.
Looks like 88th Street in Kenosha didn't go through after all. There was a para triathlon taking place at the nearby park and they had no issue with me riding down the road in the middle of it.
The visually impaired kids were riding tandems but the guys with the hand bikes were the most impressive
Upon the recommendation of my Dermatologist, whom I saw the week before I went to Chicago, he told me to go to the Brat Stop and here it was!
This was heaven!
I was surprised to not see a lot of cyclists. I figured out here everyone would be escaping the city. I got on this guy's wheel for a mile but he was going to slow for my tastes and I pulled until he turned around to head back to Wisconsin.
Technically, you can ride two abreast in Connecticut, according to the law but there is a stipulation that says in certain conditions, meaning there are no other cars on the roads. Most police around where I live don't even know the law.