Thursday, July 3, approximately 10:21pm.
“Hi Mom. Yeah we’re here in DC. Hit a bunch of traffic though. Ok, I’ll call you Sunday when we’re home. Love you too.”
At this point of our journey to the DC area, Dave and I were on the side of the highway, trying to figure out why his bike wouldn’t start, after his kickstand had already broken back in NJ, and we had been stopping and starting the bike for half an hour or so.
Hooray. [Insert extreme sarcasm here]
My boyfriend tried to work with his bike for so long, and pushed it for at least a mile, in between the stopping and starting. Every so often he would ask me to get off the bike and I would walk along side it, in my bright green and blue full face helmet (I don’t like the wind in my face), while freaking out internally that someone was going to hit me/us/OMG there are bugs crawling around the side of the highway/GAG.
As we were about to have his friend leave his house to come get us and somehow transport the bike back to his house too, we noticed a couple walking up the side of the highway towards us. Of course, as a New Yorker, my first thoughts were that they were going to rob us or try to molest me. (Ok not really, but yeah a little bit.) But no – they were there to help!! They were siblings, and had a truck with ramps for the bike, since the sister was a biker herself.
After much huffing and puffing and changing locations, we finally got the bike onto the truck, but since the truck bed was small, and the bike big, Dave had to straddle the bike on the back of the truck while we rode through DC to Virginia, going 10 miles an hour with the E-blinkers on. Every turn was a shitshow, and we kept yelling out to window to check that Dave was ok. His friend Dave (who’s house we were staying at) was in hysterics at one point when he called us to check in, and Dave told him he had to get off the phone because he was “hanging on for dear life.”
So not funny at the time, but hysterical now in retrospect. We’re so thankful for those siblings, who’s names I’ve forgotten, of course, but they were seriously our angels of that night. Not one other person stopped to see if we were ok, or offer a phone or anything. They drove us all the way to our friend’s house, and were just so nice throughout the whole thing. We compensated them as best we could on our end, and our friends offered them everything available in their kitchen, from food to a good drink.
Only downside is that Dave’s bike is still at our friend’s house in VA, and he has to order the part that he needs, head back down there this week, fix the bike, and then drive it back home. Boo-tastic.
The rest of the weekend was awesome, between deep frying a turkey, fireworks on the Mall, the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, and awesome food and beer (and the best fries I’ve ever had in my life – other than pommes frites) at Gordon Biersch.
A shit ton of movies were also watched, and I can definitely say that nothing is better than watching Independence Day on Independence Day Weekend. Oh – and I learned that ZZ Top was once offered 10 million dollars A PIECE to shave off their beards for a Gillette commercial (maybe it was Schick?) but they said no because they are “too ugly.”