We got to Joe’s and were met by a sensational response. While I was busy taking things off the bikes and moving them to somewhere C was met by Joe who took her inside to his mum who lived downstairs from him. C, in her typically British way, apologised for her still somewhat teary state. Joe assured her that all was OK and then his mum apparentlytook over.
After I’d come down from moving everything upstairs and getting a cup of coffee I saw C with icepacks on her hip, surrounded by kind hearted people outraged by the action of the SUV driver and pampering her. Joe’s mum even headed out to the pharmacy to get some ibuprofen, plasters and other things to ensure C would be OK and, upon returning, gave us pizza so C had something in her stomach to go with the ibuprofen.
Joe’s family was all over as they were helping his mum pack to move up to her new husband’s place. They had been commuting the 40 minute drive there and back multiple times a week and were looking forward to not having such a long trek.
After putting the sofa back together for C to lie on we decided it was time to go and get dinner. There was a Chinese restaurant just up the road, but the menu couldn’t be found so we wandered over to get food. It was great to walk over, something that Joe did a lot not having a car, as so often we had driven short distances that were definitely walkable.
After dinner other people made a move and it was just me, Joe and C for a while before his cousin Patrick and friend Andy came over. It was a lovely night which was spent just shooting the breeze and relaxing. Joe was very eager to improve his English accent so C did her best to teach him by reading out some bizarre sentences that Joe wrote. They were recorded and Joe plans to use the videos to master the accent.
We also spoke of cycling and Joe’s previous trips. He had recently come back from a trip to New York City and had also had a slightly less successful trip where he got as far as Kentucky before calling his mum who drove the 14 hours down to pick him up. He hopes to do some more trips in the future and who knows, one day we may meet again on a different continent. Until that day he will keep practicing his English accent so when we’re travelling round people will think he’s the British one and I’m the American.