As soon as I got on the bus to the airport I realized I left my phone at home. How will I ever live without the iPhone? I borrowed another passenger's phone, called Greg, and begged him to come chase the bus down and give me my phone. Nope. Didn't work. Luckily we had a friend who was driving out for the race and already bringing wheels for me; my phone tagged along for the ride.
Almost 24 hours without my phone! If you are laughing... you try it.
Then, the next morning after getting settled at the host house, I realize that I forgot my coffee set-up. Seriously, the two most important items when traveling- phone, coffee gig.
I did indeed remember my bike.
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