During a typical holiday, I usually take a holiday from the bike, too, and get in the car to go home to spend time with family and friends in the suburbs. Today, however, I’m thankful to have bike commuted to the Thanksgiving feast hosted by my mom.
This morning after checking the Metra schedules (our regional train system out to the Chicago suburbs), it felt great to be giving my car the holiday on this Turkey Day.
At a balmy 40 degrees, my ride to the train station took me down a sparsely populated lakefront path, where I passed by runners leaving the annual Turkey Trot running event in Lincoln Park and saw other runners who decided to run solo along the lake.
My bike and I just made it in time to board the train. Luckily, the conductor allowed us both to board; he even had to nudge a few folks out of the seats in the designated bike space. (They wouldn’t leave when I asked them… but I’m thankful they moved without too much protest). Most folks stared at me like I was an alien boarding with my space cruiser. After the initial shock, I like to think they were impressed with my commuting choice.
When I got home, my mom peered out the window, thinking “you biked all the way home???”
She was much relieved to hear that Metra helped with my commute.
She already had the table all set
Now the turkeys are in the oven
Let the feasting begin! Thanks MOM!
Happy Thanksgiving from Chicago!