I used to think that raidos should be banned by professional cycling. I watched too much technology ruin tennis, and take a big bite out of golf. Then I had an Epiphany. First, a little background.
You all know my passion. My wife, Beth shares a passion for cooking. I know very little about the art but definitely enjoy the end product of her labor. The other day, we were in countdown to the arrival of guests for dinner. I had just finished cleaning and noticed Beth running a bit behind. I then offered to go to the food store for her. Normally, this is a task that even I can perform with a high level of accuracy. The only time I get tripped up is in the tomato isle trying to understand why there can be so many different varieties of canned tomatoes.
So, I grab the list and head out. When I arrived at Wegmans, I took my first good look at the shopping list. There were things on there that I had no clue existed much less where to find them. While I knew I was operating well above my pay grade, I was determined to get the job done successfully. I asked store clerks as well as knowledgeable-looking shoppers. I had found almost everything on the list without having to call back to the team car.
I finally realized I was up against superior competition so I needed to talk strategy with our Directeur Sportif. Having too many objects in my hands, I bulled out my headset and called back to the team car. The directeur talked me through the remainder of the shopping experience. I don’t know what I would have done without the little voice in my head.
I know have a new appreciation for radios.