No…I’m NOT talking about Eric. I’m talking about his bicycle, the Surly Ogre. (Read – How Surly Save Our Cycle Tour)
Last August, when we finished our first official cycle tour, Eric headed back to work after his short retirement and I headed home to the States. I could only fly with one bicycle so we left Eric’s in Frankfurt at a place called My Storage.
Hindsight is always 20-20 and it probably would have been less expensive to sell the bike, or since we were rushed, just give it away to a worthy recipient. But, for sentimental reasons, we paid the storage fees and an additional flight leg from Madrid to Frankfurt to “keep Ogre in the family.”
Here’s a recap of how I reunited with Ogre. This recap could be useful for anyone if they have to fly with a bicycle from Frankfurt International Airport.
First, I chose to stay at the Hilton Garden Inn at the Frankfurt International Airport for several reasons:
1) Eric is racking up a boatload of Hilton Reward points at his “Hilton Home” in Alexandria, Egypt and someone needs to use them.
2) I can walk less than 100 meters to the Lufthansa check-in to drop off my bags which are very heavy and bulky.
3) I can catch a train into the Frankfurt city center by taking the escalator downstairs.
To pick up the Ogre, I bought a one-way ticket at the automatic ticket machine near the hotel entrance. Then, I took the S9 train to the Frankfurt Main Train station. Once at the main train station, I was going to take another suburban train towards My Storage.
However, a 39 minute wait for a train versus a 44 minute, 3.8 kilometer walk seemed like a no brainer. I chose to walk.
I walked the same path I’d cycled last fall. Thoughts raced through my head:
1) I did not walk to pack up the bike. I wanted to keep cycling.
2) I remembered all the fun we’d had last year and missed Eric.
3) I was happy that I remembered my way around Frankfurt without GPS.
4) I was worried that I had the correct key for the lock on the door and wondered if the owners had a bolt cutter in case I’d brought the wrong key.
5) I was concerned that the rain would increase and I would get cold.
6) Would the tires be flat and, if so, did I leave a pump with the bike?
All my worries were unfounded. The lock did work. The tires had enough pressure to ride on them. Even better, Eric’s panniers were so full that I could cycle tour for months. They even held a pair of rain pants which I promptly put on.
I cycled back to the city center with my first stop being a bicycle shop. This step is really important. I recommend every cyclist do this before trying to pack a bike.
HAVE A MECHANIC LOOSEN THE PEDALS!
This simple step will save tons of aggravation later.
Sure enough, the pedals were locked on tight. The mechanic used every ounce of muscle and torque to loosen them including scraping his knuckles until they bled. But, this mechanic was also SO kind. He them added some lubricant to make them easier to remove after I cycled the remaining 14 kilometers back to the hotel.
I took my time cycling to the airport hotel. The rain was gentle, the spring greens were bright, the dandelions were in bloom. The German houses dotting the riverbank made me thankful to be part of this one-day fairy tale.
Speaking of fairy tales, I did get lost in the airport forest….AGAIN…. (see post: Jet Lag Recovery )I’ve finally figured out the GPS near the airport is not “exactly on the spot.” Here’s my advice for cycling near the airport…
FOLLOW THE PATH MOST TRAVELED THROUGH THE WOODS AND LISTEN FOR THE AIRPLANES.
Once back to the hotel, I took my time removing all the racks, cleaning the fenders and packing the derailleur, chain wheel, handlebar, brakes, etc. with old cycling shorts, shoes, zip ties, packing tape and sponges….(Why Eric was carrying a brand new pack of sponges I’ll never know*)
Then I walked to the Lufthansa Check-in near our hotel (this is a really cool service because it’s much closer than the actual airport check-in) and rented a luggage cart for 1 Euro.
I wheeled the cart back to the hotel and up the elevator to my room. I loaded the cart, reversed my steps and returned to the check-in counter. I held my breath when the bags were weighed but I didn’t stress knowing that I was checking in a full 20 hours before my flight departed which gave me plenty of time to juggle weight if need be. (This super early check-in service is AMAZING!)
Before I patted my back or congratulate myself too much, it is important to note that I packed the bike in a bag rather than a box. The bag is awkward and I’m thinking a baggage handler is going to agree. At least with a box there are two good places to grip it and the box slides on the floor. The bag does not stand up, slide, lift or carry easily.
Only after unpacking and assembly at home will I know if Ogre’s trip was a success!
*I talked to Eric about the sponges in his panniers. I’d thrown them away when we packed up in August. He’d pulled them out of the trash knowing they would come in handy some day. Well…that day was today. “Haha! So there!” he exclaimed.