Flashback: Early January 2010. The dawn of a new day.
I had been looking forward to getting on an actual bike, as I have stated multiple times in my previous entries. I have no idea what is in store for me for the next year or so, and when the day came to get started, I was stoked!!! I had a date with ‘Nikki’ and ‘Kristen’; two ladies who I have briefly emailed and no nothing about, other than that they are going to train me.
That morning I woke up and was stoked to meet the ladies and get schooled in the art of falling off a mountain. Or at least I was excited to get on the bike and get my first lesson.
I brushed my teeth while bouncing along to the song ‘Sun shiny day’ and combed my hair 100 times, and I skipped out the door. What a lovely day.
First stop: Human Zoom; the bike store that will be supplying Team CF with bikes and the likes. I had been there once before to get fitted for shoes and had met the people who will be helping me out. Anthony was one of them. He is a red headed laid back kind of guy.
On this fine day where my story begins, I found my way back to Human Zoom to pick up my beautiful lady bike. (For whom, by the way, I am looking for a name). I arrived a few minutes late, as usual, but nothing to alarming. I have learned that timing and being ‘on - time’ completely depends on the person/people you are meeting. If you are going to theatre rehearsal, for example, ‘on time’ means arriving 20 minutes early, getting comfortable and being ready to jump on stage 5 minutes before rehearsal begins. In the world of bike shops and river guides being ‘on time’ means 1 o’clock can be anytime between mid-morning and supper. In the world of Mommom’s - there is no ‘on time’; she’ll get there within two days of the expected date you set to have dinner, (but that’s a different story).
Anthony, the bike expert, let me know he was going to get my supplies. He went upstairs. I waited with immense anticipation. I waited in agony. I waited for what seemed like hours! Then suddenly, as if sent from above, Anthony descended the stairs with grace and poise, carrying a glorious vision of what was to become ‘mon velo’! In all of it’s splendor I admired the off white apparatus with delicate golden accents. A glow surrounding its arches seemed to emulate the glory and dignity that only comes from a heavenly halo. Just as I stood in awe, waiting and wondering how the gods could have sent me such a magnificent gift, Anthony stepped away from the backlight.
It was a dude with a bike. But still, a pretty cool bike! MY BABY!
I got to sit on it, ride it in a few circles and do a victory dance as Anthony adjusted the seat and all of the shocks. He explained the mechanics and do-hickeys, and just like that he said I was set. I tried to keep a straight face as he did all the explaining, but I think my utter confusion with his biking jargon showed through. While I was there I picked out some sweet sweet spandex pants with a bicycle seat built in for extra riding comfort. (FYI - walking with a bike seat permanently placed between your legs is not comfortable).
Anthony loaded up my bike into my car, and we talked about which Broadhurst he knew. You see, My Grandfather, William Broadhurst, spawned 11 children. For the most part, all 11 children stayed in the area, and raised families of their own. So, being a Broadhurst in the tri-state area, you come to expect that any new acquaintance will know a relative or two. Turn’s out he went to school with my Aunt Beaner. The ‘7 degrees of separation’ comes in handy when you need a quick fix for an awkward silences. When there is nothing else to say, I mention I am a ‘Broadhurst and the rest of the conversation is smooth sailing.
As I drove away from Human Zoom, I could see my bike sitting proper in the back seat, where it seemed to fit right in. It looked like a little kid gazing outside as the suburban landscape of Ardmore turned to the rolling hills of Delaware. Delaware: a very interesting state that sits just south east of PA yet seems like it’s in its own world. I was on my way to meet the two characters that would be training me; Nikki, and Kristen.
“Hey Nikki! So, I am here on Fair Hill Road, Delaware and I don’t see anyone, or the entrance to the park.”
“We are in Maryland” She said.
Again, I was in Delaware and they were in Maryland. It felt like one of those ’missed connections’ you read about in the back of the local news paper’ where the guy writes in about this girl who stole his heart, but he never caught her name. Our blurb would look something like “A biker from PA and one from New Jersey wait in Maryland for a girl from Philly who is lost in Delaware. Wish you were here!” So, with our available riding time dwindling and after an hour of driving around the wrong state, we decided to call it quits on the day and meet again the next weekend.
As I turned my car around in the gasless gas station, I realized that the day could be salvaged. I had a bike, and a GPS and it was BEAUTIFUL out! I thought I would explore a Delaware state park. So I found one with my GPS, made a U turn and away I went. Things were looking up! As I turned off a main street, I was surrounded by weeds and wind for about 3 miles. Then, without warning, my GPS ran out of fuel. I was running out of patience! I could not find my way to the unknown state park. What am I going to do?
I turned around once again, and headed home on my own directional skills, and THAT can be scary.
Thinking the day was a waist, I stopped at a cute little barn store for a powder room and directions. The very nice lady informed me that her bathroom was out of commission, and that she uses the neighbor’s business. She cheerfully added, “There is a clean toilet was just up the street at the gas station!”
At that point I was fairly certain I got lost around that area a few weeks before. This was confirmed when I reached the same gas station where a few weeks prior, I had asked directions. Turns out their bathroom was also broken, and would be a 20 min wait to use. So, I wondered about the store, picked up some pick-me-ups staples on a road trip, a Slim Jim, Gatorade, a souvenir and a bag of sunflower seeds. I made my way home. 4 hours and three quarter tank of gas later, I made my way into my house and made coffee in my new ‘Delaware’ mug. Kicked up my shoes. Season of Team CF will have to wait another day.