Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
- John Burroughs
Very serene.
Apparently you weren’t getting phone calls at 11:00pm from people who suddenly need bikes and bodies transported to the race…c’mon people, we signed up for this a year ago! 
See you there!