The Black Rock Rollers ride went down this week to Valle de Mexico on South Park. I didn't like it before but this time was amazing. (e:joe,59217)

There were 10 of us on the ride. The owner was so excited to have a bike group there - he kept taking pictures of us for the restaurant Instagram.

He even gave us all shots of his homemade mescale - an agave liquor. I don't really do shots but it was interesting.

After we ate, he moved the tables, cranked the music and asked us to all dance with him and his wife. It was crazy fun getting down to all this 80's Spanish music. The weirdest part was that Claudia told us most of the songs were about cheating and affairs. One of them had a chorus that went something like

Honey, I love you, and I love our 8 kids. But only the black one is yours.

I finally made the Wednesday and Thursday night rides this past week.

The Wednesday ride played kickball at Lasalle Park. I thought it was going to be too cool for me but it was awesome - (e:keitht) was there.

The rest of the night was another ride for me. It's so luxurious on the new repaved and painted s-curves, and the butter-smooth Richmond Avenue lanes.

No, not fly like cool. I'm talking about the run down storefront across from Funky Monkey that (e:Paul) noticed the flies in (flies which came from a dead body) (e:paul,44776). Although the 70s wallpaper is pretty fly.

The curtains in it have been closed forever, and all the windows sealed. But last week I noticed workers going in, and today the upstairs windows were open and store curtains drawn. Is this going to be the next bougie spot? A new gay bar? A second Cafe 59 spot dedicated to our lunch group?
Or maybe my favorite, another hoardy antique store.

Despite (e:Paul)'s angst we managed to go to Windmill Point after work yesterday. It was another perfect day for swimming.

Swimming/biking combo has to be the best exercise combo. All the cardio plus exercise with a lot of range of motion. I feel so much more flexible after. I want to find a pool to swim at this winter.

On the way back the border crossing was experiencing some Windows stlye failure. It always seems like something is going wrong with their equipment there. Who knows what is happening on the computer hen they swipe your license? I'd hate to have some data issue get me pulled aside.

While the rest of the campers swam at the brushwood pool, (e:Paul) and I took a short trip to Presque Isle. It was about 40 minutes to the beach.

I love swimming there so much. It makes me want to float out to the middle of the lake, since you're jutting out from the shore so much.

On the way back we drove the other way down Bailey Hill Road to brushwood. It takes you by a big lake and town called Findley Lake, which was way prettier than the scrubby brushwood landscape.