One of my worst fears came true the other day. I was heading out on my bike to pick up Eli and decided to take a different route to shave off a couple of minutes. As I started out into an intersection, my back tire stopped moving. As in completely frozen. Fortunately, there were no cars on this busy road at the moment and I was able to hop off and drag my bike to the sidewalk.
Let me just say that I’m not anything close to a bike mechanic. I can change flat tires and that’s about it. I know that I should know better. So when my bike stopped working and I was on the side of a road with cars whizzing by, my first instinct was to panic. A little bit.
And here’s how my thought process played out after that…
Holy shit, I hope my bike is not totally fucked up.
Holy shit, if my bike is fucked up, what the hell am I doing for transportation? I’m going to have to call my husband to arrange to pick up my child from daycare.
Holy shit, all of that sounds awful. Why don’t I take a deep breath and start troubleshooting what’s wrong?
I went with that last one and began to logically look at what could possibly be wrong. I forgot all about the cars, about the fact that I had somewhere to be and just focused on my back tire. Of course, while I was diagnosing and blindly shooting the trouble, it started raining.
But you know what, I fixed my bike. On the side of a road. In the rain. Without anyone’s help. All while staying calm, breathing and not letting my emotions get the better of me.
I was only five minutes late to pick up Eli. The rain stopped, the sun came out and my bike is back in working condition. It ended up being a lovely day.