It Started Like a Bad Joke
by: Jason Harrod
Thanksgiving. The Holidays. A great time of year, a time I truly enjoy. This Thanksgiving we headed down to Palm Desert to spend some time with family and friends. And as it would happen, my In-Laws reside in the high desert, on dirt roads, with plenty of access to some great road and trail riding. Given the blend of terrain I decided the ‘Cross bike would be the one to bring for some post-gluttony shred-age. We decided to take the more fuel efficient car for the 10 hour drive so I probed Craigslist for a trunk mounted bike rack; that was until I queried Facebook and found one a friend was willing to part with for 20 bucks. I was stoked. Shit, I even made, get this, a list of the types of riding I was going to take on. I packed everything, nothing was left behind. Then BAM!
There we were sitting in bumper to bumper on the 210. What did I care? I was in no hurry. I was looking forward to some good food, good company, a libation or three, and some good altitude work on the Scott ‘Cross bike. That was until we got rear ended. Front wheel – shot. Chainrings – shot. Cranks – bent. It sucked, sure, but what was truly important was that my wife, my son, my daughter, I and the offending driver were all uninjured. So I had that going for me, which is nice … but not quite as nice as if it hadn’t happened.
Sure I was bummed but being the eternal optimist I am, I drove the 50 minutes down the mountain the next morning to the LBS and was waiting for them to open the doors with two minutes to spare. I explained what happened, that I was from out of town and my commute was 50 minutes each way to them with the hopes they could squeeze me in and maybe even fix my sled. Nope; back of the queue for me. Oh well. They did manage to true my front wheel by the end of the day but the rest of the parts would need to be ordered and I was leaving in two days, so needless to say I did not get shit in in the way of riding while down there. Sometimes things just go wrong and not only to other people.
What I got from the whole experience was this: trunk mounts suck, next time we take the truck, an unplanned break from riding can be a good thing when you spend that time with friends and family, hiking can be good for you too, and my wife, well, she simply rocks. Why? Okay, here it goes. In the seconds after the accident she didn’t say, “Crap, my new car”. The words that came out of her mouth reinforced just how well she knows and cares about me and the things that are important to me. The words that escaped her mouth were these: “Shit, your bike”. I love that woman and that, my friends, gave me plenty of reasons to give thanks for all that I do have.