Man, I can't get enough of this Mundelein place. Sike, Mundelein is whatever, but the people who live there rock, so leg 2 of my cross country tour commenced with a 60 mile ride to Mundelein. The ride was totally uneventful. How uneventful is totally uneventful? I'll explain.
There were two candidates for best moment of the ride. The first candidate was when I acknowledged a man mowing his lawn by nodding my head, causing the guy to respond by instantaneously flicking the strongest pointer finger at me that I'd ever seen in my life. It's like this old, bearded Wisconsonian had been doing wrist exercises with Emeril Lagasse. BAM! I was not ready for such an aggressive, crisp finger point from this haggard old dude. He was the man.
The second candidate was when I had a little personal picnic for lunch. The picnic was cute, cute because all picnics are cute and cute because I was like a 3 year-old given free reign to feed himself. I sat on the side of the road beneath a tree, then used a fork stolen from Chipotle to smear peanut butter and blackberry jelly all over some borderline moldy bread. I then proceeded to devour my two questionably delicious sandwiches.
Yup. Those were the highlights of my ride. Not the highest lights I've had, were they? The ride did remind me that this leg of the trip was going to be a long haul. I was at the beginning of a 1,600 mile journey to Colorado. Headwinds, the summer sun and loooooooong distances were likely to be constant nuisances over the next month or so. I got a taste of all three during this return ride to Mundelein.
Mundelein was my last opportunity to spend quality time with my second family, the Heirds. I had a great time hanging out with them, as I always do. I stayed two nights due to the bum weather that weekend. How did we spend our Saturday night? We grilled some steaks then watched an all-time classic film which I had never seen: The Godfather. Everyone who has seen the movie (which actually just equates to everyone) already knows this, but the movie is amazing. Despite having never seen it I knew many of the characters and had heard many of the lines due to the film having had such an impact on pop culture. "Don Corleone"..."Lucca Brazzi sleeps with the fishes"..."Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me." My mind was blown. Not to mention the film is full of unforgettable imagery of Italian weddings, Sicily, NYC in the 1940s. The Godfather was right on.
So, I'm getting back to life on the road. And what does that mean? Well, to be honest, it means a lot of monotony. However, I'm finding that being enveloped in such monotony is making me more keen to special moments which would have otherwise been overlooked. A reexamination of the mundane, maybe that's what I'm gaining from this trip. Oh, who knows. I'll just keep peddling.