I didn’t remember that Sunday was the Bike the Drive until a half mile into my run along the lake path I realized that Lake Shore Drive was… quiet. I took out my headphones and ran to the sound of birds chirping and distant conversations. (Distant until the police diverted the straggling riders onto the lake path to open the Drive back up. Then “isn’t this nice” turned into “hey, keep out of my lane and stop trying to run me off the path, you stupid bicyclers.” Ah, sweet misanthropy.)

(photo by straightedge217)