I bought my first road bike, a steel frame with carbon seat stays and fork, in early 2010 while I was living in Houston, Texas. (I used to wonder why Americans would identify places as e.g. “Paris, France” instead of simply “Paris.” That stopped when I found out that there is a Paris, Texas.)
That bike came home with me to Malaysia when I moved back in late 2012. My first ride in Malaysia (I started cycling in Houston) was up to Genting Sempah. If you want you can read about that ride here.
I sold that bike, and one other, in 2015. By then I owned four bicycles and it was time to downsize my fleet. One went to Rob, on the left, and the other went to Justin, on the right.
A month ago I asked Justin how his riding was going. “Not well” was his reply. A growing family and a new job meant that he had ridden the bike I sold him perhaps five times in all.
Justin can’t ride that bicycle any more because I bought it back from him. Nothing on the bike has changed since I sold it. Apart from the rear blinkie.
Last Sunday’s ride was on this bike up to Genting Sempah. More than six years after my maiden ride up there.
Things are a bit different at the top now. An enterprising gentleman has set up a little stall selling cold drinks, cut fruit and Snickers bars. He brings plastic chairs and stools with him, as well as a floor pump and some tools. He certainly knows how to cater to his market segment.
I must be getting sentimental in my old age. It is nice to have the Texas star back.