I know I can't be the only one. I really feel that anyone who is passionate about riding feels the same. I wait all week for Saturday, so that I can put 100+ miles on 'er, and ride like I have no destination. When strange things happen, and for some reason -any reason- I can't ride, I turn into a total brat. No, I don't want to work on the bike today, no I don't want to cut the grass today, and why the hell did it have to rain on my Saturday?!?!
I want to throw myself down, and kick and scream until I get my way... because it's my freaking Saturday, and I want to freaking ride!
However, I've never acted out like how I feel like acting out. But once I saw someone who did.... AND I TOTALLY RELATED.
A few years ago, I went to a local bike shop for a part. I just needed one part and a little labor and I would be riding off into the sunset. Oh, sweetness... I was salivating at the thought of tootling around without a care in the world.
Up to the parts counter comes a boy, about 13 or 14, I guess, and his dad. Boy has a nail or something in his tire. Shop explains to dad and boy that the shop is backed up and it will be Monday before they can fix the tire. Shop is backed up, service closes early on Saturday, blah blah blah. Boy says loudly, "But dad, you said it was my weekend to ride. You said I could ride this weekend, and I want to ride this weekend. It's my weekend to ride...." Boy goes on and on, throwing a tantrum, really makes a scene.
Owner of the shop comes and asks if I have been helped, and I said that I had been helped, that I was just waiting on a part. Owner apologizes for me having to see this scene. I was thinking to myself, "what scene?!?!? That is exactly how I feel when I can't ride - in fact that's how I feel about standing behind this parts counter, when I could be riding blissfully somewhere if I didn't need this damned part."
I could relate so well to that little boy throwing a tantrum that it wasn't even funny. I mean, I really felt for the boy. God, I know how he feels.
Some may say that he was an ill-mannered spoiled brat who needs his ass whooped. I say that he was just saying everything that I feel like saying when I am doing anything but riding. (However, I'm not against whooping brats' asses, but I didn't think this particular tantrum merited anyone having their ass whooped.)
This story is on my mind because I just dropped Cassandra off at the shop this morning. 20 mins to crank, battery was mostly drained by the time she did crank, ran like sh*t, missing... I was at the point where my gut tells me its the timing, but I just didn't want to work on her.... in fact, I really needed to get to work instead of taking 20 mins to crank her. Oh well, took the lazy route and dropped 'er off at the shop. Friendly shop guy made some suggestions as to what I could do to get her back tip-top. Frustrated, I said, "Look, your job is to fix 'er. My job is to get on and ride."
I want 'er to crank on the 1st kick. No more of this b.s.'ing around for 20 minutes. It's something minor I know, but dammit it's my freaking weekend to ride!!!!!