THIS, my dear readership of two, is why it was worth it for me to take a midnight train ride straight out of a Stephen King novel (a less-than-packed train running across deserted Illinois prairie with an insane girl on board? If things had gotten violent, it merely would’ve been the logical degeneration of an already bad night):

Okay, this picture was taken last summer on the north side lakefront but it makes my point: I finally took out my bike on this sunny morning for a short but incredibly invigorating ride down Chicago’s south shore of Lake Michigan. Since this was my first time on a real bike in four months, I just did a warm-up ride–four miles round-trip from my place down to the South Shore Cultural Center Nature Sanctuary at 71st and South Shore. It was perfect weather, sunny with a moderate breeze and temps in the 50s, and the lakefront path wasn’t crowded at all.
Now before I embarked on this ride, I did a little bike maintenance–treating my bike chain with degreaser and lube and pumping back up the tires–just to get it working again after a long winter storage. But after I returned, I knew that I needed to take it in for a full check-up. So I went down to Blackstone Bicycle Works, a local bicycle shop in my neighborhood of Hyde Park (and perhaps the only one, given that overpriced Art’s Cycles thankfully appears to be out of business). I particularly like Blackstone because bike repair and retail is only a small part of its mission: Blackstone Bicycle Works is also a non-profit community initiative with youth and after-school programs on bike riding and maintenance, and it also runs an active recyclery program that refurbishes discarded bikes. The shop’s one major drawback is that it’s only open in the afternoons, so I imagine mostly local folk frequent it.
Using Blackstone works out great for me, because it’s located directly behind my office and I can pick up my bike right after work. The guy who helped me said that my bike was in pretty good condition overall, with just a few things to adjust or straighten. But I ordered the more expensive tune-up anyway to cover all of my bases.
So after a brief reunion, my bike and I have parted ways for another week. But in the meantime, I plan to be at the gym every day this week, because spring has finally arrived and D-Day is approaching ever closer. . . .