Sometimes Being In A Hurry Actually Slows You Down
When I woke up on Wednesday morning the ferocious rain from the night before was little more than a memory. The deluge ran its course and left a gray mist in its wake.
After re-packing my bag, gearing up and preparing to leave my hotel room I looked in the usual spot for my keys only to find that they weren’t there. Hmm. Strange. Maybe I put them in my totebag last night when I emptied my sidebag? With that I began to tear everything apart looking for my keys. And still, they were nowhere to be found.
Could I have left them in the lock of my topbox? (Again.) With that thought I took my jacket off and marched down to the front of the hotel where my bike was parked. There were no keys in the ignition, topbox lock or sidebag lock.
Could they have fallen out of my pocket when I went to my room last night? Ugh. Before heading back up the elevator, I stopped at the front desk to see if anyone had turned them in. While the clerk was on a call, I spotted my keys laying on the far counter. That red-capped Givi key is unmistakable. Once she finished up her call, the woman gave me my keys. Crisis averted.
I do carry my spare set on a lanyard around my neck for just such a circumstance. But there was no way I would leave without exhausting all avenues for finding the lost set. In that moment I made a deal with myself to slow down, think carefully about what I’m doing and try to be routine about where I put my things. It seems this “rush” that I’m always in is a habit that I’ve picked up from living where I do. I say this because when I leave, the need to hurry up subsides with time.
After repacking my bag and putting my jacket back on I was all set to roll for the day. When I got down to my bike, I tried to slow down, put what needed to be in my tankbag… in my tankbag, put my wallet in it’s spot, turned on the SPOT tracker, etc. As I was going through my mental checklist, two men walked out of the lobby doors. One smiled at me and said, “you found your keys. They were just dangling in that box last night. We gave ’em to the desk.”
I thanked them and tried to not show my shame for being such a dope. They wished me safe travels and I set off for my first stop of the day, visiting a Whispering Giant that was right up the block.