Could there be a better city to ride in?

What could a righteous dude complain about when this is the view on the ride?

I mean, other than the weirdos on the lakefront path, and the incessant need for runners to clutter up the whole joint like they own the place, and the freak temperature lability, and the butter face barista rejecting me again, and that fucking dude that always tries to drag race me on the path although he knows I'm the M F-ing shit, and the increasing number of stroller-type contraptions under foot & wheel, and the punks that are always draining the vein in my courtyard before and after every Cubs' game, and the highest price of gasoline in the nation, and Oprah's eternal BS.


But other than that, what's there to complain about?