I woke up that Sunday morning excited, energized and ready to hit the road. I went through the usual routine of putting on all the various layers of spandex, gloves, bike helmet and my favorite Ironman logo socks. My bike was getting dusty after weeks of my procrastination. I was looking forward to dusting it off and seeing if I still had it in me to go for a long ride.
I was going to be competing with my Dad and a few friends in a ½ Ironman in a little over two months I figured a 50-mile ride sounded about right. I clipped in, put in my headphones, started the play list and took off.
It was a beautiful day. Living in San Diego I have a handful of amazing rides to choose from. This particular day I decided to head to the coast and ride up the PCH towards Oceanside. I reached the ocean in Leucadia and realized how great this ride was going. The music was blaring, my cadence was high and my energy was never ending. I began to daydream as I do from time to time on these rides. I saw myself out on the road in my upcoming race; flying down the road after my sub-25 minute swim. There was going to be no stopping me. This time, I thought, I will even give my Dad (who is twenty-five years older and races like he’s twenty-five years younger) a run for his money...he won’t stand a chance against me. I was feeling so good that I began to sing the songs out loud yelling into the air to noone in particular.
I got to Oceanside and my favorite riding song came on. I put my head down and really kicked it into gear. I was flying through the neighborhoods that are nestled on the coast in Oceanside. The sun was shining and the smell of the salty ocean air was strong. Nothing could stop me!
I was headed out of the neighborhoods towards the Oceanside harbor when I thought I heard a sound coming from behind me. At first I ignored it...writing it off as a back beat from one of my songs. Then, there it was agin. “What in the world?,” I thought. I gave a quick glance over my left shoulder only to see the unfortunately familiar sight of blue and red flashing lights coming from a new shiny black and white BMW motorcycle.
I pulled closer to the right shoulder to let him pass me. “I hope nobody is hurt,” I thought. A few seconds later he still hadn’t passed me. Then, the sound again. I slowed my bike and stopped on the side of the road. The officer did the same and came to a stop right behind me. “I wonder what I can help him with,” I thought.
The first thing I hear is “Do you know why I pulled you over son?”
“Excuse me?,” I said. “Is that what’s happening right now? Am I being pulled over?”
“You didn’t see the stop sign back there?,” the cop said as he pulled his ticket book from his hip.
“I’m not getting a ticket am I? You’re not actually going to write me a ticket?,” I said as I started to realize what was going on.
The next few moves were crucial. I began to give the police officer the “uh...I have never heard of bikes having to stop at stop signs” routine followed by acting like a stubborn brat who wasn’t going to put up with this. Well...I learned a few things in those few crucial moments. First, the cop was indeed pulling me over. Second, I was definitely going to be getting a ticket. Third, much to my chagrin and despite what I would like to believe, playing the ignorant card and acting like a stubborn brat to a police officer doesn’t get you anywhere. Fourth, and maybe most important, the daydream that I was going to be beat my dad at the next Ironman event was destroyed.
My entire day came crashing down. I felt like Mike Reilly had missed my name at the end of an Ironman. To make matters worse I was exactly half way from my house. I signed the ticket, got back on my bike and realized I had twenty five miles to think about how fun that little experience was. Fortunately for me the sun got brighter, another great song came on and I was able to realize that riding with the ocean next to me on this particular Sunday still wasn’t all that bad. Except...my momentary lapse of reason where I had tricked myself into daydreaming that I would beat my dad at my upcoming ½ Ironman event was now gone.
Lesson: You shall not run stop signs on your bike lest you shall lose your dreams...or just get an expensive ticket.