Noodles and company downers grove il

Just got my first gravel bike. So many options but I went with a Trek Checkpoint SL5, color: Satin Mercury/Satin Carbon Smoke. Put 88 miles on it in one week, and I’m really happy with it so far!
Looking to get a top tube bag. Any recommendations? The Tailfin Top Tube Pack looks nice.
Any other upgrade recommendations?
First picture is in NW Suburbs of Chicago, IL at Deer Grove Forest Preserve, and second is on the Des Plaines River Trail in Lake County, IL.
Happy trails!

Hopefully my last post here—
Was attempting to add glass doors to the fireplace and saw this above the lintel. Is this something to be concerned about? Fireplace asbestos info is a little confusing to figure out. Chicago-ish area, IL.
Fireplace manufacturer seems to be colonial fireplace company, chicago.
Thank you in advance for any advice!

$30 each set

Tyrion is my orange, with an interesting history. He was born in the dryer outside my apartment in New Orleans in 2011 or so. A few months later, I started noticing that he and his littermates were spending a lot of time playing in the vacant lot across the street, and decided it was time to catch me a cat. My family is exclusively an orange family, so he was the one for me! I lured him into a carrier with some food, shut the door, and brought him home.
We had a good year or so together. He grew up into a long noodly boy, with a spaghetti tail and one crooked claw. He definitely has an impish personality befitting his namesake, but he's a very sweet and snuggly cat and we got along great. Then things took a turn.
I was in a PhD program at the time, and my work was going to take me to Gabon for the summer field season. Needing to find someone to care for Tyrion, I entrusted him to one of my labmates, who had a black-and-white named Cow. Tyrion would be safe with him for a few months, I thought.
Unfortunately, around 3 AM the next morning, just hours before my flight was to leave, Tyrion burst through a window screen and disappeared into the night. I searched as long as I could, but soon had to give up and go to the airport. My labmate kept looking on and off all summer, but nothing. When I got back in the fall, he'd been gone for months.
I was sad, but life went on. I got another cat, left my PhD program, moved back home to New England, started a new career in construction, bought a house, met a girl with two oranges of her own (we are now engaged), sent my cat to live with my mother (she hated my partner's cats and is much happier there), got a dog, etc.
Flash forward to the spring of 2021. An email shows up in my inbox from an unknown sender: "Orange missing cat — Tyreone?" A visiting student was staying in my old neighborhood, noticed a feral orange that seemed extra friendly (feral cats are everywhere in New Orleans) scooped him up, and got his chip read. There was a message on my phone. I called back.
"Hi! That sure sounds like my cat—but that was nine years ago, and I live in New Hampshire now!" Well, she asked, did I want him back? She couldn't keep him, but he'd been hanging out with her dog and seemed very sweet, and she was willing to fly him up here if I wanted him. Heck yes, I did!
Two days later he was back with me. Tyrion was pretty rough. He had picked up a case of feline herpes, which had led to chronic eye infections. His eyes were swollen shut to the point where he was blind—apparently this had been the case for long enough that one of the neighbors had started calling him Ray Charles. He was missing a chunk of an ear from probably a trap-and-release program (they clip the ears of cats they neuter, although Tyrion was already fixed so I guess I'll never really know), and his coat was raggedy. Still the same cat, though. Same noodle tail, same crooked claw.
It took months of antibiotics to get his eyes to open, during which time he had to be quarantined away from the other cats. It was tough for both of us, but we made it through. He got vaccinated and dewormed and cleaned up. His eyes will always be dark and sad-looking now (his sclera and conjunctiva are permanently dark brown) but they're clear and open. He's active, playful, loving, and kind of an asshole.
Tyrion will come running when I get home from work and jump on the couch to snuggle in my lap. He'll also come running if he hears any of the outside doors open, and gets out a few times a week despite our best efforts to stop him. He will open the screen door if we leave it unlatched, and sometimes will climb it and knock it out of its frame when we're not looking. He is unbothered by Chester and Pepita's attempts to intimidate him—I'm sure a couple domestics are far from the most intimidating creatures he's encountered—and he has been slowly training our dog to be his friend. Turns out, Tyrion really likes the company of a dog—ours is nervous and stupid around cats, but he's slowly learning how to snuggle with one. I'm expecting he'll start teaching Hilo how to pet him any day now.
So, that's the story of Tyrion. As I write this, he is deeply absorbed in making biscuits on my belly. It still amazes me not just that he and I were reunited, but even that he's alive at all—the average lifespan of a street cat is only four years, and this guy was outside for nine! He must have a lot of stories locked up in that little walnut-sized brain of his. This is not your typical derpy orange. This orange noodle of a cat is affectionate, silly, and more closely bonded to me than any cat I've ever known, but he clearly has some serious street smarts. You can tell that as much as he likes me, he's in business for himself. You can also tell that he ran out of fucks to give long, long ago. He's living his best life, and ain't nobody gonna stop him.