Dang it, I hate it when this happens!!
Anticipating the last couple of miles, my heart picks up a few more beats from an already rapid rhythm. I've been going over the previous rides and hoping to quietly get my groove back. No showboating, backing off when I need to, pushing harder when I feel confident. I knew who I would be looking for; twotonevert, macon454, Cap'n, Busawhipped, KSwaterbug, Summer, Uncle Steve, all the sensei masters. I knew I would have lots of encouragement and tons of patient advice on getting 'back in the saddle.'
I spent the trip flipping through the .oRg photo album in my mind associating the names with the faces of those I'd met a couple of years ago. (Jeez, has it been that long?) Semi, Bluehaya, Dennym, Warbird, GSxcite, and of course Don (miss you, brother). I knew there would be several others I'd get to add and couldn't wait to renew acquaitences.
Popping over the hill in the last curve before Pointe West my heart skipped a beat as I was welcomed by the visual silence of an empty parking lot. I mentally flipped back through the threads and posts, where did we say we'd meet again? Pointe West, check. Was there a ride going on? But where did everyone park? I costed through the parking lot pulling to a stop in front of the office. There's a sign on the door. Heaven forbid there was a tragedy of some sort but surely they would have let others know.
'I am out of the office but on the premises. Call this number if you need assistance.' I sneak up to the register as I punch in the numbers thinking I would see some trace of something, someone I could associate with the .oRg. The manager on staff comes through the door, "Can I help you?"
"Yea, is the Hayabusa group meeting here this weekend?"
"No, that'll be next weekend. Are you with the group?"
The color rushes to my face as I realize what I have just done.
How do you recover from such a thing? This isn't just, "Oh, I forgot my keys on the counter." How am I ever going to live this down?
oh, well...you guys have fun next week end. Busa love to you all!
Anticipating the last couple of miles, my heart picks up a few more beats from an already rapid rhythm. I've been going over the previous rides and hoping to quietly get my groove back. No showboating, backing off when I need to, pushing harder when I feel confident. I knew who I would be looking for; twotonevert, macon454, Cap'n, Busawhipped, KSwaterbug, Summer, Uncle Steve, all the sensei masters. I knew I would have lots of encouragement and tons of patient advice on getting 'back in the saddle.'
I spent the trip flipping through the .oRg photo album in my mind associating the names with the faces of those I'd met a couple of years ago. (Jeez, has it been that long?) Semi, Bluehaya, Dennym, Warbird, GSxcite, and of course Don (miss you, brother). I knew there would be several others I'd get to add and couldn't wait to renew acquaitences.
Popping over the hill in the last curve before Pointe West my heart skipped a beat as I was welcomed by the visual silence of an empty parking lot. I mentally flipped back through the threads and posts, where did we say we'd meet again? Pointe West, check. Was there a ride going on? But where did everyone park? I costed through the parking lot pulling to a stop in front of the office. There's a sign on the door. Heaven forbid there was a tragedy of some sort but surely they would have let others know.
'I am out of the office but on the premises. Call this number if you need assistance.' I sneak up to the register as I punch in the numbers thinking I would see some trace of something, someone I could associate with the .oRg. The manager on staff comes through the door, "Can I help you?"
"Yea, is the Hayabusa group meeting here this weekend?"
"No, that'll be next weekend. Are you with the group?"
The color rushes to my face as I realize what I have just done.
How do you recover from such a thing? This isn't just, "Oh, I forgot my keys on the counter." How am I ever going to live this down?
oh, well...you guys have fun next week end. Busa love to you all!