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BANGKOK 18 January 2019 14:20
StreetCowboy

Photo-story - Where my bike’s been

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25 minutes ago, damascase said:

 

Of course I did, but I didn’t think anything was broken, just bruised, and thought that would disappear over time....... I was very wrong!

Apparently it is healing now, be it slowly. No operation necessary, have to wear a brace fir some time. Allows walking, not flexible enough for cycling.

You'll need to make sure you lead with the other leg when you're sky-diving as well.

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I'd planned a short, quick loop through the tunnel on my own this morning, but as it happened The New Boy had managed to sneak out from his wife's watchful gaze and make his way down to the station.  We kept to the planned route, though, bar a moment of absent-mindedness that saw me start by looping round the station.  Anyway, no harm done, nobody else turned off and we were off onto the highway.

 

I managed to set a fastest time on the climb up from the golf course road (my previous record had stood since the mountain bike) and then fairly quickly up to the tunnel.  Strava says we hit 67 kph through the tunnel, but I'm sceptical since the speedometer never went up to 60.

 

Past the office (wheeze, wheeze), down past IKEA (I thought about defining a segment there, but that would encourage people to recklessly run the red lights, instead of passing them with caution and circumspection, as I do), and then a quick pause for a 'Where my bike's been' photo at the appropriately-named as shown in the photo

Effingham, close to Effingreadyforbreakfast

and then directly round the corner for breakfast.  The roti man was there today, but the police were not.

 

Finally, we came back past the cemetery, to set a fastest time on that section (fastest out of two, the other time I rode it back in 2015 on the mountain bike I was ten seconds slower over 2.3 km).

 

The New Boy suggested that we take a trip back to the mountains before he loses his job, and I was struggling to find a reason to avoid it.  I'm quailing already at the thought of the ridiculous hill back from the reservoir.

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It was a bit of a Tale of Two Temples today.

We hammered it up the roads we often ride, then rode straight on up to the leper colony.  I was a little bit nervous we might have missed our turning, but luckily, as the first aspersions were cast, I was able to say - "No, we turn right near the mosque ->" pointing ahead to some minarets ahead.

 

Anyway, that was a wrong turning, and took us into a car park.
And the locals pointed out that the next one was also a wrong turning. 

But the third one was the right road, albeit more gravelly than it had looked on google maps.

 

But I've missed the first temple!

Just shortly after the hospital, this lovely shiny and new temple

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I was a little bit nervous, as we scrambled up the rocky road, that we might come to a fence and have to turn back - it was hard going up, but would be hazardous going down....

 

Luckily, we came out almost where I had expected, past this Chinese temple

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And from there, we were on familiar roads, almost.

 

The traffic through Kepong was jammed, but we could progress between the lanes of stationary cars at a comfortable 15 kph, people signalled when they wanted to change lanes, sometimes they waited till we were past, sometimes they moved to allow us to ride behind them, to be honest, it was a joy to ride through such a jam.

 

As well as the gravel road, we took an additional fly-over that we had always previously missed due to navigational trepidation, and the best of it - the worst of it - we were in the pub before 1 pm.

 

The barman's performance was seriously impaired by nicotine starvation following the recent smoking ban this year, but by the time the spring rolls arrived he seemed to be recovering.  I should have taken a picture of the spring rolls, which were absolutely tops.

 

Top banter from the ride:
"Do you think we should stop at the cider oases of Arkadia"

"We're 80% of the way home, let's press on"

"I like to think of it as 50%.  We're almost finished the cycling"

 

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I'd got chatting over lunch to a colleague, and he mentioned a road he wanted to explore, and I told him of my journey along it more than three years ago, since when it may have improved or deteriorated.  But I got to thinking that since I have had the road bike (strictly, cyclocross) I do much less exploring - even though it's easier to shoulder for stairs and ditches.

 

I don't do much exploring on the shopping bike, because of its weight, and also the skinny 28 mm tyres to fit under the mudguards, but it has the advantage of a basket to bring back whatever treasures you find en route.

 

It's partly also that I'm not going out on my own so much, so last weekend's voyage of discovery up beyond the leper colony was quite exciting.  I think I'll try the Skyplaza Rail Link construction road again some time soon - the off-road riding should improve my bike handling skills and upper body fitness a little bit.

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You may recall I have been chortling with glee and anticipation and rubbing my hands to boot at the prospect of today's ride. I should have been trembling in fear and dread, and searching for excuses.  The first 63 km were fine.  And this doesn't look so bad.  But it goes on like that (more like that /) for 2.5 km.IMG_1677.thumb.JPG.1169da3c46ffffc7ffcd2cb0f8506e71.JPG

 

It seems that the gradients have broken Stava, as I can't revisit the ride for more information.

 

It was a hard ride, 20 km into KL city, 20 km out to a village over the hills and beyond, some beautiful countryside, and then the fiercest bastard hill I have ever had the misfortune to come across in my life, unless you count ladders or staircases.  The other side was great, though.  My mate, who is a better descender (and climber) than I got over 70 kph on the way down, I was happy to get close to 60.   "It almost makes it all worthwhile for the descent" I suggested, when we stopped for lunch,  The looks told me I was not reflecting a consensus.

 

Before the start, it was interesting to see the bike racks at the station

Bike racks at the station

It seems most cyclists prefer to leave their bikes under cover

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Next week will be a softies' ride - on Sunday at least.

My colleague called me up on Saturday "You up for a beer? Can't stop long, you'll see why...."

Obviously, I was across the road like a rocket, pausing momentarily whether it would be quicker to take the bike or not, and concluding he was probably looking after his bairn, deciding against it.  I was wrong, and he wanted to show off his bike, which he'd had re-tired with 45 mm rain slicks.  Nice!  Then my cycling buddy called me to say he was stopping in a pub nearby that was not walking distance, but only 10 minutes by bike... so I think we all had a lucky escape there.

 

Looking homeward, and fantasising about alternative routes

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