StreetCowboy

Pubcycle X went as well as could reasonably be hoped. I had to put my hand in my pocket for drinks more times than I had planned, so in the event that we hold a President's XI ride next year, I'll need to more clearly spell out the expectations from the landlords. Irish F, who's at Havana now, made us most welcome, and the white can was outside the Bell& to lend support. M - who as you recall used to work in Port Klang - was there with his bike - it is carrying him round Singapore mostly these days. M with the model son had caught a slow boat to China - my buddy has been looking after his bike, seen second from the end here The total raised for the orphanage fractionally exceeded expectations, and we got round the six pubs no more than an hour behind schedule. You might recall that a couple of weeks ago on the route check I'd been persuaded to amend Stage Six out of safety concerns; I was glad that I could lead M (formerly of Port Klang) that way on the ride to the start, as he claimed this was a road he'd never ridden before - surely an omission on my part! Federal Hill, near KL Sentral - Batman turned up on his electric bike, and left us for dead on the climbs. Out of spite, I kept the speed above 28 kph (his electric-assist cut-off) whenever I could. I don't have a photo of me cycling faster...

Scottish measures are bigger

I guess you guys have set off already - see you there! We've got RM8640 pledged already, but its not too late to add more ...

I had cause to ride into town for a wedding present from Kompleks Kraf which is just across the road from our Conlay Station. Considering how central it is, that area of town is remarkably undeveloped, considering the rate that urban sprawl is racing off in every direction. On Sunday, we went to Ampang Lookout, to take a photo gazing back over the sprawl, and the highways slashing the city into misshapen morsels That is the best view, though not the highest, but I was grateful to take a step back, admire what we’d achieved, before gritting my teeth and remounting I was distressed that we were still not half way to Kajang, but finally I was relieved that I had not underestimated the distance as we pulled up to Kajang station. The heavy rain on the windows alleviated any rash temptation to alight for a final few kilometres home, and by the time we came out from the underground section, the rain had abated, and the final struggle from station to pub was happily tinged with optimistic anticipation. The bike rack at Kajang Station was quite full, but I think many of them may be abandoned.

Daytime drinking needs brightening up, or no-one would do it.

I’d not ask that question with respect to mirrors.

Observation is my watchword

If you didn’t go out bevvying at breakfast you wouldn’t meet them. Maybe you need to switch to more upmarket bars for your early morning kick-start on the ski-jump to depravity. or start at lunchtime, and pick the pace up more sharply.

It’s all down to the Compère

I agree - whenever I go back to the old country I am amazed that 1) people pretty much keep to the speed limits, unlike back in the day when I learned to drive 2) you get in the right lane at the approach to a junction or roundabout, according to the signage, and you will probably come out on the right road. 3) there may be an argument either way for people being more tolerant - people here expect bad driving, and don't want to get involved in an accident, but they may also be unfettered arrogant aggressive drivers, while back in the old country, those hoodlums are far and few between, though not unknown.

Noodle-folding led to the invention of the number two, and by extrapolation, all other numbers. Except 1, and zero, the latter of which was invented by the Arabs, although developed into an aircraft by the Japanese. There seems to be some debate on the origin of the zero, though I think that the Arabs were the first to make a place for it, which is perhaps more important than the negligible quantity itself.

My deepest apologies for the upcoming irreverance... I was in a pub in Hong Kong with a friend who was older than I, and struggling to read the menu "I can't read this without my glasses" "They might have some behind the bar..." "Do you think so? - Do you have any glasses?" On a more serious note, I was born as short-sighted as a bat, and thought I would not develop long-sightedness, but I was wrong, and now have to wear varifocals, the spec of which changes with each passing year of decrepptitude. SC

I can imagine folding third angle drawings. I cannot imagine folding proteins, although, like folding tents, it may be easier to do than understand, or watch. Whenever I read about folding businesses, I think of the Paper Science Building, at UMIST, which seemed to be painted to look like brick, and how the Japanese have such an advantage over us with their background in Origami.

Somebody posted a Confused icon up in the post, and I was reminded about the other night I was out bevvin’ wi’ Donald Trump and Einstein at Mare Largo (Mair bevvy, if you’d wanted my opinion, but…) Anyway, they both came out of it “Ah’ve got nae idea whit he wis talking’ about” and one of them said “He must be stoopit” and the other said “I’ll need to read and learn and understand his speeches”

That, naturally enough, led me on to the topic of imaginary folding your third angle like a cube, and the completely obvious question of the order that the sides of a die (singular dice) go around one another.

And by this little tribute to the erudition of our fellow poster, and the drawings of the pilot Antoine de Ste Exupery, and the not-closely-related topic of third angle projection, I have learnt that you may be allowed to place the rear view to either extreme left or right.

I was on another forum that, for whatever reason, had lapsed into discussion of drawings of elephants, and I noted that the only drawing of an elephant of any significant note (scholars may not share my opinion, but that is their fault, not mine) was the drawing by Antoine de Sainte Exupery. I was tempted to attach a copy of the drawing, but if you treat your audience lick f-wits needing spoon-fed, then you cannot expect a credible response. So thank you, @GammaGlobulin for your challenging topics, and my apologies that I have so often ducked to allow them to fly over my head, rather than rising to take them on the brow.

Let me know how much you want to sponsor. we’ll be starting and finishing in GravyBaby Bangsar.

A Classical Education will out. We didn't get a stiff upper lip from kow towing to fashion. Good on you, and well done! For the avoidance of doubt, the last section in italics is meant without irony, for all that it might be badly worded.

Because one invitation is all you need Maybe the Mods could change the thread title to something more relevant? Like "African Music fi back in the day, likes..."

I had my strangest night out in Japan. Me and a young lad had gone with a senior consultant who knew the territory; he took us out for noodles and then buggered off. Me and the youngster wandered round a bit. We were clearly in a red light district but I didn't want to go in somewhere and pay whateverthousandyen for a bit of a karaokesingsong. Needless to say I was developing a bit of a thirst. Eventually we came a "LondonPub" - down a few stairs, through a heavey door, along a corridor, into a bar "Beer!" "no have" "Beer ->"pointing at the bar, which, to be fair, had no beer taps on it "No have". Disheartened, but never thwarted, we headed back to the suburbs and bought cans out the dispensing machine near the station. Japan seemed like a foreign country to me. It was not the same as what I was used to...

Kwela! I am sure there is better to be found

I don’t really see posting as a competition. I’ve occasionally wondered about whether I should be more competitive. My mate tries hard not to be competitive - if you read David Coulthard’s memoirs you might understand how that might be difficult; I am lucky that for me it comes easily.

If you fly Economy you can reduce the amount of rubbish that you take. Anything useful - dump it, and buy better in the new country. Anything of sentimental value - bin it, and remember it. The rest - just bin, with the exception of your passport, birth certificate, and if you are still working, educational and professional certificates, badges and stickers. Maybe take your phone book, if you have more than a few friends or come from a large family.