So Diane and I went to Portland last weekend to see some friends.
Totally my favorite city. Diane tells the story here.
Diane and I don't fly all that much and all the lines in the airport, we'd kinda get balled up getting ready for them. In typical fashion, Diane would be scrumming her way to the front of our group. "come on Marc, get over here" and we'd get ourselves positioned.
The boarding person would announce, "zone 5 ready to board". I'd attack like I was a speed walker or something. Not once in the 4 airplanes we boarded this past weekend did anyone come close to beating me on the plane, you know from my group.
Diane and I slumped down in our crammed little airplane seats and looked at each other. "scrum and hole shot...cyclocross is everywhere..." "good thing Mayhew had us working on our starts!"
On the bike last night the legs felt like wood. Let's see if we can't do something about that before the weekend.
respect
faticus.
2 comments:
even more realistic: winning the zone 5 start is like winning a Master B race!
Hmmm, what am I not getting? Aren't all passengers arriving at the same time at the destination?
I never undestood the race-style start to airplane boarding.
Unless, of course, you're American, travel with your whole household in your "hand luggage", since you have an allergy to check-in luggage tags, and therefore need about 10 rows of overhead bins for your bags. And totes. And strollers. And guitar.
Jan
Boarding last. Arriving first.
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