Boy, was I happy to be riding my bike yesterday evening! An extra-alarm fire at a furniture store adjacent to the L-tracks shut down the red, brown, and purple lines for several hours spanning the height of rush hour. (No one was hurt in the fire.) Mr. Dottie was on the brown line and had to walk the last two miles home, which is not so fun in near 90-degree heat, carrying a heavy work bag and wearing steel-toed boots. I, on the other hand, sailed along home with trusty Oma.
The scene biking past the L station was chaotic, with hundreds of people waiting for shuttle buses and car traffic jammed from road closures. I may have gotten some envious looks from the poor commuters stuck on the side of the road. Too bad Chicago’s planned bike share is not up and running yet – I bet lots of people would have tried it for the first time!
Bonus: enjoying the sight and smell of fresh flowers along my route.
While situations like this on public transportation are rare, I prefer to deal with them never. The ordeal reminded me of the independence that the bicycle provides. As long as I have my trusty bike and a slim stretch of road, I’m set. (Just no thunderstorms, please!)
Good work, Oma!