One of the true joys of summer in Chicago is riding the lakefront bike trail. The other day the rider in front of me lost their balance and rode off the trail and into the sand. Riding a bike on soft sands always ends the same way. The rider ends up face first in the sand. The rider dazed, confused and unbowed, raises himself from the soft sand, dusts himself off, places the bike on level ground again and rides off.
The ride continues.
