"Thanks!", "Thanks, brother!", that's what I'd call welcoming. After now about three weeks which just span away I can understand that cyclists own a dangerous life, so once you meet another you are quite happy to see another surviving example of your species. Now I was invited to this new community on the bridge to Lemont because one whole meter was granted the bikers to be kept safe from the cars (haha, or rather: to keep the cars safe from the unasthetic scratches a bike leaves ;-)).
Two cyclists came close to me, so I had to dismount my bike. I'm sorry, I'm just too happy about getting the "Thanks" and then this hail-fellow-well-met Thank :-)
Lemont itself is a really nice, small town or village (that's a matter of definition; the basics are just here). I just biked there and enjoyed the view on the heritage corridor:
Today's greater idea was the visit of Las Ryds Greatest Show Un-Earthed. My associations consisted of some medieval stuff, children's games and maybe a few artistic shows. To be honest, I was really scared: It turned out to be an exhibition of hearses. Those cars are probably not too scary, indeed, but the people did the job! I mean, most of them smiled and were just wearing black clothes, but then there was this Ferris wheel for skeletons and I was alone ... aaaah!
To sum up, it was interesting! :-)