Heal the rift with Biking Illinois
I was skimming through Biking Illinois last night and trying to remember those halcyon days (i.e., spring, summer, and fall) of not living in constant fear that all the road salt would disintegrate my drive train right at some really inconvenient moment, when it finally occurred to me what it is that really makes this book so useful: the author (hi) doesn't start from the assumption that recreational bicyclists are either wimpy weekenders who need special coaxing to go farther than around their local one-mile fitness trail or insane long-distance tourists who think 50 miles is a "short" ride and refuse to consider any route without a 20% grade involved. And in a world full of bike snobs who all hate each other,* that's refreshing indeed. Kudos!
So you should go buy it (or if you're broke, go to your local library and insist that they buy it for you so that you can check it out) and help promote peace and harmony throughout the bicycling world. At last, the perfect Casimir Pulaski Day gift (this is Illinois, after all) for your recumbent-riding arch enemy! Seriously, all you recumbent riders are great folks. (Or is that just what you want us to think?)
*Even though it should be perfectly obvious to everyone that all-weather urban bike comuting is far superior to all other forms of cycling.
In other news, major airports in Italy are named after famous Italians who have made significant contributions to civilization and whose names are still celebrated centuries later. While in America [comma, United States of]... who was O'Hare again?
And hey, speaking of silly Americans, the latest in Cectic. Okay, time for work.
Speaking of the rift (now it's lunchtime), somebody tell this person about that hot new trend in urban cruisers and the like that I keep hearing so much about. I'm too shy and my bike shop experience is limited to Chicago.