I hate being late ……….. what I should say is HATE BEING LATE!!!!!
If I am late for something/anthing I get into a sort of panic attack situation. My throat closes, I start crying, my palms get all sweaty and I really just get very upset. Its just really a hot mess if I am running late.
Anyway ……. On Saturday morning Jamie is riding in 2 man TT’s. To the layman this is a road cycling thing where you have a two man teams, each team has their own start time and the team must go flet out for a certain distance and the fastest team wins.
We leave home well in time for Jamie to put his bike together and have at least a half and hour warm up. Off we get to Greenbushes an area our side of Port Elizabeth. And we simply cant find the venue.
We have a map and no phone call or studying of the map can help us find the place. We even try following race arrow pointers and no way hoze can we find the place that should be quite easy to find because there will be hundreds of cars and even more cyclists.
I can feel my throat closing and the panic starting ……… I am in a mess ……. 20 minutes before Jamie is due to start we finally see a whole heap of cars in a totally random road.
We park at the end of the cue of cars and jump out of our car. Jamie gets to the boot and takes his frame out the car. He looks, double looks and his lip hits the pavement.
He says the dreaded words ………
“I’ve left my front wheel at home”.
Now if had just been Jamie at the race we would have packed our stuff and ridden out of Dodge. But this was a team event, already Keith had been waiting patiently for Jamie to arrive ……….. and now to blast this on him just wasn’t fair.
There was just no way that we were going to let Jamie NOT ride this race.
I check down the road, there are loads of cyclists and loads of cars ……….. surely someone will have a spare front wheel for us!
I start running down the road loudly asking (read screeching) “Does anyone have a spare front wheel for us????”
Up and down I go ……. Lots of “no sorry”, “I rode here” and “you dont have a helmet/cleat/ pump for us”.
Its beginning to look quite bleak.
I try again and run up the road, up the speedhumps, down the speedhumps and up up up the road. People are beginning to look at me as if my own wheels have falled off.
Teams have already started racing.
About 1 km up the road, right at a speed hump a person says to me “I’ve got one”.
She hands me the wheel.
I stand on the speed hump and doing a sort of Mel Gibson Braveheart move, I hold the wheel up high and shout …. “JAMIE …………. WE HAVE A WHEEL”
Right at the end of the cars, very calmly, Jamie is getting dressed, Frans is mixing his energade …. all in the calm knowledge that Mom will sort this horrible situation out.
Frans looks up the road.
Jamie looks up the road.
Frans says nothing.
Jamie says, “I’m very happy Mom found a wheel but I wish she would stop screeching”
I cant talk anymore ………… I’m kaput!
The moral of the story ………… Well …………… when the wheels fall off shout for Mom.