Getting a plan to work takes many many cogs, that link together and eventually, if successful result in a machine that works naturally…like a windmill for example….or a water mill. If I can make my business flow as beautifully, naturally and mechnically as a watermill I’ll be a very happy girl. Right now it is take plan…make cog, start finding other cog, add oil, dig water channel and throw a huge dollop of “making it up as you go along”. It’s new territory, new adventures, new confusions and so so many decisions and twists. This is all part of the experience I keep telling myself and should be embraced in the same vain of ‘appreciating the jouney not just the destination’ even if it is overwhelming at times and unnerving at others, with complete self doubt always round the corner. Setting up a business is a rollercoaster. Emotional, physical, mental. I find mantras help…ones that have been echoeing round my head over the past few weeks….”step by step”, “stay calm” and “what the hell am i doing?” “just have a go, just have a go”
I make cakes, good cakes……introducing my Organic Cupcakes to Copenhagen and spreading the joy of my cakes to everyone so I can make it my business….that’s a few chapters later. What I do know is that one of the definite highs on this rollercoaster ride is when I’m dropping my cakes off at a café and someone says; “Oh is it you that makes the cupcakes….they’re delicious” and then we have a lovely chat. This completely makes my day and totally fuels me with energy to keep going and carry on baking. I love it.
So I decided that to get those cogs turning I needed transport, a little quicker than my antique Raleigh so on Sunday I went off into the wilds of Southern Denmark to visit my friend Johannes and his family and pick up my new-to-me Scooter….the T-Rex!
T-Rex as you would imagine is a bad-ass, scary, dangerous beast….with a large windshield.
My journey to collect T-Rex started with excitment, buzzing excitment as I headed off to collect my new Cupcake Mobile, on the train to Køge, lovely little harbour town…where I jumped on a bus, the 102a to the ‘Middle of Nowhere’ for an hour into the wilds of “Past the End of the S-tog”. Emotions turned to a mix between excitement and fear as I signed the papers and took the keys. Fear developed exponentially as I left the house to drive the scooter home, into serious white fear. What have I done now fear. A fear I’ve had before.
Once on the way though and the first trip to the petrol station over with no serious blunder, the blinding fear melted away into pleasure and the joy of the open road. You’re right there in the landscape, you’re part of the air, fields and sky as you bump along carefree with your fun new best friend. Scooting along and enjoying the humour of the situation was sheer happiness. I hadn’t had time to envisage the reality of this journey and now I was there in the reality and it made me laugh. With the sunsetting and the farmland flying by around me that half hour is definitely on my board of Happy Moments…..
Soon though, after the sun had set and the sunset’s red sky had faded, the cold sheer bitter cold, bitterly sheer cold kicked in…
It felt like sitting on a park bench in winter. I’d foolishly forgotten that when you cycle as I have been, it generates heat which keeps you warm. When driving a scooter you just sit there…. It wasn’t until the cold had set in and the darkness had swallowed me that the realisation hit me. I was driving a scooter back from Brøderup and Brøderup was miles away, like miiiiles away near Tappernøje, south Sjælland and I had a long long long way to still go…..I shivered and looked seriously into the distance.
The cold dark night quickly striped back all emotions to reveal a more base human trait, it was now purely ‘survival’ at the forefront of my mind. There was a great possibility I was going to be losing eight fingers, a foot, and one thumb as I made my way along the long long long straight road they* call the longest road in the world. That night as I sat close to death on my trusty new steed it defintely was the Longest Road in the World…and the coldest. I had, as I said earlier, underestimated the important, lesser considered advantage of riding a bicycle…heat is generated through kinetic movement…the joy of physics. NOT RELEVANT TO DRIVING ON A SCOOTER. NO HEAT GENERATED. Survival said to me: Stop several times to hold coffee and defrost: I lingered in the service stations hobbling about trying to defrost…wondering constantly whether my feet HAD actually turned black. I set off at 4pm a bright sunny yet cold Sunday…I got home to Islands Brygge at 8.30pm a dark, bitter night…..definitely in shock, in fact shocks; the shock of the day, shock of the reality of how far I had to drive it back, shock of darkness and Baltic conditions underprepared. On arrival in Islands Brygge, parked, unpacked and struggling with the 2 new locks Johannes had kindly bought for me I was close to snapping…physically like ice, as movement hadn’t be high on the agenda for the past 4.5 hours. I practically staggered through the door to the safety of my apartment and as part of the survival plan headed immediately for the Lagavulin. I gulped whisky, to survive. I then went and had the longest shower I have ever had. I stayed there for a long time, eventually defrosting and eventually able to look back on the trauma and laugh. Got out and drank more Lagavulin. To survive.
But now I’ve forgetten all that. I think it’s probably the same as when mothers have children and they forget the excruciating pain once they experience the joy of seeing the baby. T-Rex! Worth every missing finger.
Just putting the helmet on makes me feel different, then once I’m on and hold those handlebars……yes I am a Biker……I see the open road……I snarl…….I rev at traffic lights……………………………………….I deliver Delicious Organic Cupcakes.
* ‘they’ – my friend Johannes and his wife