|Bike box action shot. SCINTILLATING!|
I was thrilled that my bike arrived in its box. After a teammate had a very stressful-with-a-happy-ending moment with his bike, I was plenty nervous. But the TSA opened my box and obviously poked and prodded... badly. I have some ground up padding, a naked quick release that poked a hole through the side, and a helmet that spent all its time on the bottom of the box (where the inspectors seem to have dropped it. Yeah, I always stick my helmet on the bottom). Thankfully, Hutch's padded my bike to within an inch of its life, so we'll see if there's any actual damage once we get it all out.
In the category of "Beetles are the best car ever", I had reserved a full-size sedan, but it wouldn't fit my bike box! (Beetle, 4-evuh.) So they gave me a mini-van, which is just like a 40 foot yacht.
This is a good thing, as it started pouring rain like it only seems to rain on the East Coast, mid-hurricane. So anyone with pairs of animals needing a rescue, text me. I'm obviously driving the boat.
It fit the bike box, and had room for the luggage. However, with the last row of seats folded down, it is just long enough to just fit a bike box. Points for cuteness: Beetle. Points for vehicle with lots of straps on the seat and a professional car rental person needed to fold down seats? OK, mini van.
By the time I got to the Seminary, it was raining so hard, I think I swam the entire swim leg, above ground, fully dressed. I would not have looked out of place in my wetsuit.
OK, I would have looked out of place in my wetsuit on campus. But I would have been a lot warmer and my jeans wouldn't have gotten so wet!
Except that I found out that one of my professors from Seminary is also doing the race! I'm so totally stalking her right now to see if she wants to hang out and talk about tris and stuff like that. I'm a friend geek like that.