No face

This is a story I have read in different books and magazines:

Three men were to participate in a convention in North America. To get there, they flew for the first time in their lives. Once they landed and picked up their luggage, they sat down and sat on a bench.
The organizer of the convention who was also the one who encountered them  asked the men what they were doing by sitting still like this on the bench…?
In response he received: We are waiting for our souls!
The airplane had transported their bodies so fast that their souls had not reached the same pace.


The woman on my shot does not fly, so she does not have to wait for her soul. But... but she cycles so fast that her face do not make it in same pace. She may have to wait for her face when she has arrived.