Apocalypse Training followup

Steel frame, ten speeds, brakes that more or less work, metal gear levers, and racing tires - allow me to introduce my new bike of the apocalypse.

After my near death minor inconvenience, I was bikeless for a few weeks. This would not do since it's harder to check out joggers on the lakefront trail unless you're on a bike or sitting still. I wanted a nice but affordable bike, and that meant several options. I could have waited outside the Redline stop next to my apartment where someone would eventually offer to sell me a bike. This wasn't really an option since that's probably what happened to my stolen bike. I don't condone such transactions, and I think there should be a bike marshal with too much time on his hands who questions these affairs. I looked at the selection at Target while avoiding the guards in red. They had an OK selection, but no possible bikes of the apocalypses. After careful meditation, I decided to Google 'used bikes in Chicago.' I thought I had found the perfect place when I read articles about how the shop embraced economic diversity - maybe I just came too late or maybe that was crock of shit or maybe it was just a place where hipsters gather to circle jerk. The used bikes that remained were 400 dollars and up.

I found another place called Working Bikes Cooperative, and it was perfect. It's a non-profit organization that keeps used bikes and their parts from getting thrown away. They construct badass bikes from these parts and sell some of these two days a week. The sales go toward shipping the rest of the bikes as donations to people in other countries who apparently are also training for the apocalypse. Supposedly this place is crazy when it opens with people jostling each other for bikes (they must just be really enthusiastic about helping someone overseas). To beat the rush, I got there 15 minutes before they closed. Because I have a great eye for detail and because there were only half a dozen bikes left (at least half of which would be worthy of an apocalypse), I found my dream bike in about two minutes for under a 100 bucks. I've already described it above, so please return to the top and reread this post to fathom the awesomeness of the events leading up to my new bike of the apocalypse. Also, if you want to hear about one apocalypse I'd want to avoid then read my book review on The Road.