When I was in Paris, you were cycling through 184 years of Chicago newspaper history.
When I was exploring Le Puy-en-Velay, you went 9.3 miles into the LGBTQ community.
While I was in Marseilles, you took your bike down our endangered lakefront.
My wife and I are following the Tour de France. You’re taking the Tour de Chicago. And for your last stage, a one-mile jaunt down LaSalle Street.
This one’s going to get weird.
