Excellent article. More please.

Eh, the last 5 km of each stage tends to be the most exciting. Pushing a gas pedal harder isn't exactly as impressive as turning yourself inside out for a sprint finish. It's chess at 40 mph.

I'd enjoy listening to Phil Liggett's commentary of you pushing the huge rock.

After eating at the Lafayette Coney Island downtown while visiting two weeks ago, I'm OK with "wonderful" as an adjective to describe Detroit.

You win. Nailed it.

As someone who eats many burritos each week in all meal iterations (breakfast, lunch/dinner, drunk 4th meal), I enjoyed reading this. I'd say 1 out of every 20 burritos I eat is one from Chipotle out of convenience. It's rare I eat at Qdoba, but I'd say their food is pretty unobjectionable. Chipotle does have the edge…

Yes. Leap, and the net will appear.

Thanks. Not my finest moment. But I know the feel.

The only bar I've ever puked at was the Out-R-Inn in Columbus, Ohio, on one of their infamous "mug" nights (where you get dollar refills when you buy their plastic mug). The men's room at this dive is on the second floor.

This guy hit the home run there: http://www.politico.com/magazine/story…

My folks run a farm in Ohio and use the shit out of their trucks. They aren't towing space shuttles, but they put them through the ringer year-round.

51,371 people live inside the capitol building?

We could lump them all into one: common sense.

They generally don't. Occasionally, after drinking a dozen $6 Bud Lights, a few will escape the playpen bound by Irving Park, Armitage, Southport and the Lake, and come to at Carol's, wondering why they're not at Kincade's anymore .

EOTW: I like that this happened at Carol's Pub. Whenever I set foot in there, my knee-jerk is to order a High Life and shot of Wild Turkey, which I never drink anywhere else. It's the only 5am honky-tonk bar in the city worth losing a jacket at. I hope that giant old doorguy, who looks like Santa wearing faded denim…

Conversely, I went to 12 years of Catholic school. I'm 28. I don't recall once ever diagramming a sentence.

Or Surly Hell. That's an easy-drinkin' lager. Props to Half Acre for making the list!

I think he paused to check the shit that instantly filled his pants.

Yeah, you probably don't see anyone, period, at The Cell.

Word. Have you ever been to The Boundary at Damen/Division? HOLY BROS. One of my pals had me meet him there after Do Division last year, as he was hanging on some older woman with Skrillex or LMFAOXXO!@! or whatever the fuck they're called, and I did not fit in. Never again.