Thanks a lot, Prince! You forced me to shop at Target for the first time in a long time.
The 2 miles surrounding my home has everything I would ever need to buy: bikes, books, music, wine – you know, the basics. So when Greg suggested that we swing by Target today, I was highly resistant. Once I heard the reason, however, I had to oblige. Prince is his favorite singer (he has fond memories of pedaling around his family’s farm blasting Sign o’ the Times on his Walkman) and the new album is being sold exclusively at Target. sigh. I don’t hold a grudge against Prince; he’s doing what he has to do and getting by without a record label, which is great. Good for him. But still – Target? I guess I should be thrilled he did not choose Walmart.
The whopping four bike parking spots were annoying, but Targets in most cities probably have no bike parking, so I shouldn’t complain. (Notice the kid’s bike to the left. This belongs on How Not To Lock Your Bike – it’s not locked at all. Amazingly it was still there when we left.) Navigating the parking lot was madness, with cars going this way and that with barely an over-the-shoulder glance. I hate shopping centers.
I had to gawk (in a bad way) at the bike section. The Schwinns were especially painful to see. Absolutely nothing like the real Schwinns made in the USA that are still going strong decades later, while these things will be ready for the junkyard in a year.
On the way home, in accordance with my luck, it started to hail. WTF? These April showers are getting old already. [ETA: and now it's snowing!] As the hail was quite painful hitting my face, we took shelter under a bridge for a few minutes until the hail turned to regular rain. A bit later we ducked into a restaurant for a late brunch.
I was surprised to see this sign, offering 15% off for cyclists Monday-Friday. Oddly, one gets the discount by brandishing a helmet, which excludes a large percentage of Chicago cyclists and also sets up a huge loophole for people lame enough to drive and simply bring a helmet with them. Anyway, cool offer.
Finally, between Target and hail, the reason we set out today was to purchase a Brooks B17S woman’s saddle for Betty Foy. I wanted to buy the saddle local, at least, since the bike’s being built up and shipped from California. The shop’s price was actually lower than any I saw online, plus I got a 15% discount for being a member of the Active Transportation Alliance.
Again I went to Rapid Transit, which is quickly becoming my favorite bike shop in the city. Every time I go, I’m assisted by helpful female associates. Now my accessories are waiting for Betty Foy. She will be delivered tomorrow, and I will be working from home to wait for her. Hopefully my superiors won’t mind!
*Runner-up for punny title: You don’t have to be rich to be my girl…but you do have to shop at Target. Awful, I know.