The Road to Wisdom (Part One)

During the summer of 1986, I set out with a group of cyclists on a 250-mile tour of the Montana countryside. Youth for Christ organized the five day, round-trip tour starting and ending in the city of Missoula. The circuitous route took us through some of Big Sky Country’s finest scenery. We followed the Interstate for about 50 miles before turning south on Highway 1 heading to the town of Anaconda. Each day we rode about 50 miles, far enough for us to enjoy the tour without wearing ourselves out. Two sag (supply) wagons followed us, hauling luggage, supplies, first-aid kits, tools and accessories, and spare bicycles. The sun beat down on us the first two days of the trip, and the sag wagons relieved us from the high heat with shade, water, and snacks.

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A mix of riders and bicycles joined the tour. Sexagenarians rode with teenagers. Racing bikes peddled side by side with mountain bikes and rickshaw bicycles with bulbous tires that looked as if they were featured in a vintage 1950s film. I rode a Schwinn Traveler touring cycle that I had bought for this kind of tour.

We rode in groups of five to six about ten minutes apart. Traveling in small groups helped us get acquainted and support each other if needed.

The leisurely ride to Anaconda and relaxation we enjoyed there on the second day lulled us into a false sense of confidence that the rest of the tour would be easy. More than a third of the journey lay behind us, and we were well-rested and ready, we thought at the time, to tackle whatever lie ahead. Nature has a way of humbling even the most confident. We woke on day three to heavy clouds so laden with moisture that they dragged on the ground and covered the highway in mist, an early indication that the day was going to be harder than the last two. Our guides warned us to expect difficult riding conditions. We left Anaconda dry and were accosted by a downpour half an hour after departure.

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I refused to let the rain get the best of me. I climbed hill after hill, pedaling as fast as I could to the top, coasting down the other side, and then catching my breath for the next challenge. The drizzling rain cooled me down. If I could beat the rain, I told myself, I was not going to let the terrain hold me back. So intent was I in conquering these obstacles that I misplaced my group and found myself riding alone on a lonely stretch of highway.

Another cluster of cyclists rode far ahead of me, and I sped up to catch them, but I never caught up. I continued my roller coast ride over hill after hill. Each time I reached the top, I surveyed the landscape for signs of life. The group ahead was nowhere in sight. Fog made visibility more difficult. Except for small patches of grassland and forest, fog banks covered the mountains and valleys in sheets of gray.

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The other group was somewhere ahead, so I picked up the pace and rode on for a couple hours until I reached the end of the road. Highway 274 ended at the junction of Highway 43, and I had to turn left or right to reach our next destination at Wisdom, a small town about 50 miles south of Anaconda. The junction did not have any road signs to indicate direction or distance, and I did not have a map. I was not sure which direction to turn. If I made the wrong decision, I could end up lost and separated. I thought about stopping at the junction and waiting for someone to pass by, but I decided to press on because I was cold, wet, tired, and hungry. Rain fell in sheets, soaking my windbreaker and biking shorts. My shoes felt like concrete. I decided to turn right and ride west. Our route, after all, took us west all the way to the Idaho border. I prayed that I had made the right choice and kept going.

¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo!

Happy Cinco de Mayo!  If you are Mexican or of Mexican descent, I hope you have a chance to enjoy what is one of Mexico’s most prominent fiestas.  Cinco de Mayo honors Mexico’s victory over the French at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862.  I should be down the National Mall in Washington, D.C. right now enjoying the annual Cinco de Mayo festivities sponsored the Maru Montero Dance Company, but alas, I am at home studying Spanish (and taking a break to write this short blog entry, of course).  Maybe I’ll make up for it by having Mexican food for dinner. 

Of course, other Latin American nations such as Paraguay don’t celebrate Cinco de Mayo, but this uniquely Latino festival is one of the few observed in the United States.  Paraguay’s Independence Day celebration will be on May 15 and on the evening of May 14 (Paraguay’s Flag Day) my wife and I will attend Paraguay’s Independence Day celebration at the Organization of American States (OAS) in Washington, D.C. 

Blog Notes:  My thoughts are with those who were affected by the tornado that destroyed Greensburg, Kansas today.  Greensburg is less than an hour from where my father lived.  My father passed away, but my mother-in-law still lives there.  Meteorologists have issued a tornado warning for a large swath of Kansas and Nebraska.  I hope that no more touch down in the aftermath of what happened in Greensburg.

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A Rant Against Delta Air Lines

I want to tell you about our miserable experience with Delta Air Lines.  Let me start by writing that our bad flight experience did not occur during our flight to Hawaii.  The crew members of the Delta flight to Hawaii were very helpful and gracious.  This rant is directed towards some members of the ground crew and the short-hop flight crew from D.C. to Atlanta.  Let me also preface this by writing that our situation is unique in that we are in the process of relocating long term to Korea and carried with us an unwieldy amount of carry-on baggage, and we were (are) all ill with the stomach flu.  That in and of itself made our traveling difficult.

The trouble started on the short hop flight from Washington Reagan National Airport to Atlanta Hartsfield on a Delta flight piloted by a crew operating out of Cincinnati.  If you fly the 8:05 a.m. route out of D.C., watch out.  In general, they are a very rude air crew and in my opinion have forgotten the meaning of customer service.  I am thankful we didn’t have the bad experience so many had with U.S. Air over Christmas, but we were still miserable because of the thoughtlessness of that Delta flight crew.  I imagine that Delta’s current troubles and flirtation with bankruptcy have much to do with their overall poor level of customer service.  The experience was bad enough that I will no longer fly Delta unless I am required to do so.   I also plan to write to complain to Delta and don’t mind sharing this story to give you a heads up about flying Delta if you have young children.

Our trouble started when we boarded the plane without special assistance.  As parents with small children, airlines usually take special care to ensure that people with special needs receive appropriate assistance.  Apparently Delta has discontinued the age-old tradition of pre-boarding for the handicapped, elderly, and parents with small children.  In an effort to save money and act more like no-frills leader Southwest Air Lines, Delta also discontinued boarding row by row and now board by “zones”.  We had the misfortune of flying on a full flight with seats in one of the last “zones” to board the plane.  We waited dutifully for our turn and were among the last to board the plane.  We were rushed and were told upon entering the plane that we could not stow our carry-on luggage as carry-ons–we would have to check them in.  We were told that we had “4 minutes” before the plane departed to get in our seats.  That would have been fine if we did not have children, but as a family with a small child and many carry-ons for our trip to Korea, including car seat and child backpack, we needed time to get ourselves situated.  The flight crew took our carry-ons and checked our son’s toys for the flight in all the way through to Honolulu!  He would have had to make it through all the way to Honolulu (over 11 hours plus connection) with little to keep him preoccupied.  I cannot believe that not once did any Delta employee–from the ticketing agent to the gate to the flight crew–offer to assist our family prior to boarding, and after we boarded we were treated very rudely.

While this experience was very irritating, what really makes me rant is that we were offhandedly accused by some employees of not knowing the rules and not asking for assistance ourselves.  In our ignorance we did not know pre-boarding had been discontinued.  We waited for a window of opportunity to come forward for assistance, but the window we expected was not there.  Not one Delta employee recognized us as a family in need and offered to assist us, even after I asked one ground crew member whether we had too much carry-on baggage.

In addition, we were told by the short-hop flight crew after the fact to ask for assistance before our next flight.  So, guess what…that’s what I did for our next flight in Atlanta.  Right before boarding for the Hawaii flight began I specifically went up to ask for assistance for my family.  I was told that we had to board “by zone” and that we would have to wait our turn.  That was the last straw.  I wasn’t about to put up with that after all the nastiness we received from the previous flight crew about not asking for assistance.  I grew animated, and we told our story to every sympathetic customer we could find.  I finally found a second Delta crew member who took pity on us and assisted us.  I am very thankful for what she did for us, and she should be commended for doing what her coworkers should have done all along.  Passengers are not cattle to be herded; they are customers who need to be treated as such.  It’s common courtesy anyone should have the right to expect.