Originally Posted by
ppwchess
2005 flying from AUS to LGA via DFW. I had competed in a triathlon that weekend in Austin. Major delays in Austin due to thunderstorms. We finally take off. My husband and I are looking at our watches as we get closer to DFW. Hubby is the eternal pessimist, or maybe realist. He says we're not going to make our connection. I'm saying we'll see what happens when we get to DFW. WE land and get off the plane. We have 10 minutes before our flight is scheduled to take off. The escalator to the Sky Train is right next to the gate we just arrived on. I go running up the escalator with my poor trying to keep up with me. The train is there and the doors are starting to close. I do my very best "New Yorker trying get on the subway as the doors are closing" move. Thrusting myself in, shoulders first I manage to keep the doors open enough for my husband to get on the train with me. Our departure gate is at the first stop on the train. We still have about 5 minutes. As soon as the doors open I go running out of the train, and down the escalator. Again poor husband is trying to keep up with me. (He is not a triathlete and does not run.) I go sprinting down the concourse running faster than I did in the race. I get to the gate and they're about to shut the door. "Wait! We're here." They let us on the plane. Hubby feels the door hit him in the heel as it's closing behind him. We could see the very disappointed looks on the faces of the people who thought there were going to have two extra seats to spread out on.
Needless to say, our luggage did not make the flight. One of the pieces being my bike case with my triathlon bike in it. My husband was very concerned about what would happen to it and thought we should wait for it at LGA. I said "don't be silly. It may not even necessarily be on the next flight out of DFW." We went home and went to bed. At 5:00 am the next morning our phone rings and it's the courier service saying they're at our front door with our luggage. All three bags, including the bike case were there. Never so happy to be awakened at 5:00 am on a day I planned to sleep in.
I guess once a triathlete, always a triathlete because at the first line of this one, I was hoping the bike box would be okay. Glad to hear it was in the end.