Took the big trip to Spain. The flight was delayed from Los Angeles. First there was something wrong with the flaps on the wings and they were trying to fix this problem while we were on the plane. Then we got rolling out to the runway and a flight attendant thought they heard a loud noise underneath the plane so they had to check that out too. Makes you feel pretty excited about our plane after hearing all that. But we finally got the all clear and we did take off.
After the delay with our departure the connection I had to make was pretty tight. I was trying to rush through the security checkpoint but they wanted to open my bag. No liquids they said. Oops, I bought some coconut waters at LAX and they were $5 each and too good to waste so I decided to drink those rather than tossing them. Downed the coco waters like a sailor on leave and I clearly impressed the security guy with my guzzling abilities (only a little bit spilt out and ran down my neck to the amusement of both of us). I just made the connection but at least fully quenched. Walked off the plane in Barcelona optimistic that my bags had also made the connection. Sure enough, coming off the oversize belt was my bike bag. Yes, my bags made it, which is always a good feeling when traveling half way around the world. Grabbed my two other pieces of luggage, loaded down a taxi, and off we went to my apartment in Girona.
Woke up the next day after a good sleep and started doing some unpacking. Finally told myself, ‘hey you better build a bike and get out for a ride.’ I opened the bike bag and was like WTF. It looked like someone stole my TT bike. I broke down and packed two bikes in a single bike bag and now there was only one. I was a little confused and pissed, and then I looked at the bike frame and it said, Peterson. ‘NOOOOO’. Well here’s a little tip, many bags look alike, make sure you have your bag before leaving the airport.
So after a few pointless phone calls I found myself back in a taxi to go back to the airport and pick up my bikes. Keep in mind it’s an hour and half one-way from Girona to Barcelona. Made it there, found my bike bag, and then saw Ryder making his way through the airport. I greeted him with, ‘hey man I just came to pick you up.’ Haha. I eventually got a bike built-up and did a nice ride with Ryder and CVV.
After all the unpacking and getting myself settled in the apartment I now had to pack for my trip to camp. My packing included a box of food for me because I’m traveling with some of the particulars of what I now eat. I was told the team bus would not be available to take us to camp. It feels like I hear these words a lot, “the bus broke down”. So we were taking cars and a van to camp. We were running out of room in the cars with all the suitcases so I said to put my food box in the van. I also suggested to Sophie, our soigner, to put her backpack in the van, which she thought was a good idea. We made it down to our hotel for camp when Sophie walks over and has a bad look on her face. She tells me the guy driving the van stopped along the way, left the van unlocked and her backpack got stolen, as well as the drivers. She was pretty upset because her laptop was in her bag, and I knew how she felt. It sucks to get things stolen, I know because I’ve been there. Suddenly my mind flashes on the box of food I packed in the van? I pictured the thieves in the woods eating my hemp seeds and laughing at their amazing stupidity. But I wouldn’t know if my food was truly gone until the van got to the hotel, which would take a few hours. When the van finally arrived I was quite relieved to find that my box was not part of the heist. Whew.
In two days Dave Z is 32…
Thankful they weren’t stolen, I’m now unwilling to let go of the hemp seed.