Rubber in the Rain

Dateline : San Diego International Airport.

Perhaps the one thing I have found to be a constant: Nothing works out exactly as planned. Have you found this to be true?

With the ever increasing complexity of global dynamics, sometimes, we're lucky to get anything done at all. Of course there is a work-around, app or program you can buy to patch, fix or enable, but finding the path of least resistance can often mean not doing what you really want to do, or in the manner in which you used to do it.

Remember when it was easy?

The hardest part of flying used to be deciding what shoes to pack. Finding an economical motel for a couple of days was cake and getting from the airport to aforementioned hotel in a rent a wreck was like finding carbohydrates at Denny's. You could actually do it without trauma, suffering or humiliation.

Yesterday, somewhere between the start of the San Diego Colnago Gran Fondo and Jamul, my iPhone locked up. I went in search of a Apple Store and got lost somewhere between, I-8, I-5, 209 and Mexico. Not in a great mood to start as a result of the rained out Fondo shoot, this was adding insult to injury at 80 mph. This morning, Dennny's ran out of coffee and I remembered the parking ticket I got on Saturday while looking for the event start. It was in the jockey box. Now it is shredded in a trash can at the Hertz car return. They will find me. I don't care. Today, I give up. I will just smile and nod and be a lemming, Take me home. I need to regroup, debrief, get some serious rack. Get off the carousel and walk in the park.

Sometimes it's like rubber in the rain.

Not exactly as planned.

Oh well. Tomorrow's another day.