Corner of Bourbon & Division

So, inspired by dizietsma's latest post, I made my way through the thousand pounds of junk currently occupying my parents' garage (not their junk, sadly, but it has to stay there until the condo repairs are done) to see what had happened to my bicycle.

I haven't used my bike in, oh, about seven years. Even then, I was useless at routine maintenance. I rather think that the poor bike needs a lot of TLC. One of the grips on the handlebars is split, the tires are completely flat, and part of me suspects they may need to be replaced entirely. I assume tires aren't meant to make dry crackling sounds when one presses on them, anyway.

There's a bicycle shop just around the corner from here. I figure that if I can just get the bike away from my parents' (with two flats and no car, that's going to be interesting), I can bring it there and ask them to take a look at it and see just how badly it's fared since I've neglected it.

I think that biking from here to work is actually doable. It's uphill to go to work, but the inclines aren't too steep, and I suppose I can always walk the steeper bits until I get into better shape. It's worth a shot, anyway.

I wish my head would stop hurting. Maybe it's caffeine withdrawal. I'll make some coffee and see if that helps.

Also: new icon. It makes me think of fearsclave.