Bit cool this morning, 38F with a 15mph wind. It was behind me for half the ride so that was nice.

Got dropped by another rider. I rarely see anyone, but passed three other riders this morning. The last one dropped me easily. In my defense he had about 20 years on me, and his bike wasn't festooned with fenders, racks, and loaded bags. Oddly, he kept switching between the sidewalk and the road. A practice I avoid. I wonder if he was a bike messenger, don't see them too often this far from the city, but I have seen them from time to time.

Mundelein swept the glass on the bike path over to the side. My complaints must have reached some sensitive ears. Maybe the grass crew will even pick up the broken bottles. One can only hope.