Luckily, my mentor and champion, Juan Grande, piped in with an opportune quip of some sort, equally teasing myself and Brian, just as I got my rear wheel to re-enter its home in the drive train, and I was able to see what an ass I was making of myself rather than flinging the wheel up into a tree branch.
Disaster was averted. Fist fight did not ensue. And we all had a blast riding the secret dirt berms down a wicked section of DH that the fellas fondly referred to as "No Brakes trail." Juan Grande's sense of humor and the delightful terrain were just what I needed to completely forget about my embarrassing trail meltdown. Back at the parking lot it was high fives, smiles and deciding where to go for post-ride pizza and beer.
After years of reflection, I realize I learned a lot more than how to change a rear wheel flat that day. I learned to pay attention to my fueling and what it does to my mood. I learned that mechanicals happen and there is nothing wrong with accepting help and friendly advice from my more experienced riding buddies, regardless of their gender. I learned that after a meltdown, its best to apologize and move on. Like mechanicals, meltdowns happen. I shouldn't dwell on them or let them ruin an otherwise awesome ride. I should learn from them and do my best to be a Juan Grande instead of a Nitwit Leigh.