Didn't find a strap, but the ride was fun. I almost had to fight some dude by the art museum because I tapped on his window to warn him about an upcoming virtually invisible chain stretched across a parking lot entrance. How was I supposed to know that he was looking for somewhere to be alone with his hooker? We got 29 mph on the fast bit (aka the parkway). We could have done better. Maoz ran out of pita (?!?) so we went to some falafel joint at 2 and Chestnut. Some liked their falafel, some didn't. I would give it a solid meh. Next week is on for sure.

And I split my strap skidding. I have no luck with clips/straps. Maybe it's eggbeater time.