StreetCowboy

I went out cycling in the day time. It's probably safer when the traffic is moving slower. I went up and down Sukhumvit Road, and round about. It surprisingly felt quite safe, so long as you kept your wits about you; I was probably lucky I was on my folding bike, so I wasn't going too fast.

People move on, and change. The guys from back in those days are not the guys that they were in those days, so they’ll not go to the places that are like those places. As I said, maybe on a different thread, I went back to old haunts, but took my bike- for the purpose of cycling- and it was disastrous. I am not the man that I was when I went to those places before. The cycling was grand, though.

I enjoyed Windup Girl by Paulo Somebodyorother. It’s an interesting extrapolation of current conditions.

I took a walk round the bike shops to see what they had in stock. The most positive suggestion I got was from the Giant shop, who offered to sell me my old shopping bike - with different mudguards (less prone to vibration stress failure) and the same pedals that suffered a failure within two years, and my choice of basket, rack, panniers and stand. The parking at my temporary apartment is not very secure, and I need to check the office on Monday.

I’ve been winding down and winding up my life in Malaysia, in preparation for moving onto another life as a Consultant, in foreign climes. So I’ve been disposing of all my bikes, culminating in passing over the shopping bike to my buddy the night before my flight

I f you can't beat about the bush, you shouldn't beat at all. I recently went to the Bank in Hong Kong, and the Bank was an upstanding edifice of traditional, trustworthy reliability, and I could not fault them. I went for a drink, and times have changed, things are different, but people are doing their best. I did my best.

Better too soon than too late.

Even if you complain, no-one listens, so you might as well not bother

Young, or prematurely aged?

You can’t call it a mid life crisis until you’ve survived a good time past it

If it’s a monologue, it’s a waste of time - no-one - not even themselves - listens to someone ranting. If it’s an inner dialogue - that might be more constructive Aye ye sey that noo, but ye ne’er listne, dae ye? Back in the day, I walked amongst them, and I was surprised that Americans (specifically USAns) believed their own stories.

That’ll be a bummer if you don’t die first

Because so many people comment about on them. Thanks for doing your bit to keep GG No. 1

Some of the skinflints are not idiots. We might owe some impecunious posters who are worth more than $10 per month.

Normally I big up the highlight of the Sporting Calendar - the FIE World Snail Racing Grand Prix, but it coincided with The Calcutta Cup, so I didn’t want to distract anyone - we need all the support we can get! I’m not sure how much impact there is on the result, watching the replay, drinking Irn Bru and shouting at the TV, but I’ll give it my best shot tomorrow. As usual, the Snail Racing was end-end drama (strictly speaking, centre-circle to rim drama) as you can see for yourselves in the attached photos