If you want to get a messenger fired up, make him wait. give him a job with wait time, some wait time that he has no control over and then sweat him on his deadlines.
A signature roundtrip. I got it there in 5 minutes…then waited and waited and waited. 32 minutes later it was signed and ready to go back. Big rush. RUSH. OK whatever except by then it was 4:47pm and one more pick and drop was dispatched. OK whatever. Adrenaline. Not because I care about the client or their roundtrip or the dispatcher or his issues. Fired up because 32 minutes is a long time to wait in a cheesy office with nothing to read and nothing to do but listen to the radio and freecall and other messengers working and getting worked.
When the guy finally brought out the documents for the return trip it felt good to be rolling spinning riding finally back on the bike.
What I got you got to give it to your mamma. What I got you got to give it to your pappa…Splitting lanes yelling 12 minutes is all the time in the world. I can this and that and that and that too all by 5:00. I poachd the wheelchair ramps a safe distance from the peds to avoid the right lane and took a hard right hard still pedaling in the corner and instant karma a pedal strike and I’m on the ground both hands grinding down Broad street still clipped in, my bag comes up hard on my back up on my head and wants to drive my face into the street but I hold it off and finally come to a stop sans a bit of skin on all the contact points. Hop back on the bike, the bars tweaked about 45 degrees off. Several people ask if I’m OK. I yell,
“NO I’m not, it’s all adrenaline.” I hop back off the bike to crank the bars back to normal, then back on and on to the FedEx pickup. Bleeding from both hands stigmata style. I grabbed the pickups and a few overnights rolling on in a daze. I caught the FedEx driver at Kinkos then Justin took my roundtrip and I went into base thinking it was all such a waste. Like crashing in the last corner of a 60K crit, leading by half a lap, off the front solo with nothing to do but ride it in, and I hit the fucking pedal trying to crank it through the corner, I go down and end up finishing 17th…dumbass. Aggressive dumbass.
I plan to go back to that intersection and examine my mistake. Was it really a pedal strike? How far can you lean into a corner and continue to spin your 175mm cranks? Or was it an oil slick? Or was it blind rage mixed with adrenaline? I wish I had the video replay.
It's not the destination, it's the journey
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