Yeah, whoops.

So, apparently there's a "no bikes" policy for the building surrounding my new office...too bad I've declared my office a fiefdom unrestrained from such draconian ideals. Upstairs the pilot stays, says I.

The pilot's getting a workout today though, about 22 miles RT. I completely bonked on the way back south from Rogers Park. Pooped out completely. The trip worked out alright though; I got to use the bike dungeon up there, which seemed like a decent alternative to just locking up on Sheridan. Still, not where I'm planning on stashing a bike all the time.
Nuts to "no bikes."

Current beer-scale: 8.1