4th Pro Male
Nearly two months have past since my Asia Pacific adventures and after a great block of training back home in Stellenbosch I was once again ready to test myself against the best Xterra racing has to offer. This will be my second trip to the United States of America and nothing can prepare ones senses for the land of the 'free'. Straight into the deep south I went greeted with thick southern accents and the traditional "cookie cutter" pristine neighbourhoods synonymous with the white picket fence "American dream" we have become familiar with on television. Earlier this week Dan summed up our travels rather well in a tweet reading along the lines of "many laughs and one near cry". Well before I continue let me bring you up to speed on how exactly we came to a point of near tears. The trip from RSA to the US is long no matter what route you pick so landing at JFK on a Monday morning I was more than a little groggy. My flight out of New York was at 11:36am, Dan's time of departure was set for 11:15am a little over 2hours after arriving at JFK. Dan made his 11:15 departure I missed my 11:36. The main issue was my luggage, it had somehow managed to be the very last bag out onto the carousal, Dan had gone ahead promising to find some form of transportation for the short commute to LaGuardia Airport as this was our point of departure. Once I had finally collected all my luggage I made my way to the Airport exit convinced I would find Dan patiently waiting with transport arranged. It was now nearly 10am and I had been informed the commute from JFK to LaGuardia was at least 30minutes depending on traffic, it was Monday morning in New York city... Traffic was a nightmare! After doing one loop of the terminal with no sight of Dan and standing in a completely foreign Airport the truth of the matter began to dawn on me. Dan had left.....