RIDE # 37: 03 MARCH 2019

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.

Map courtesy of Ride With GPS

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.

8 response to "RIDE # 37: 03 MARCH 2019"

    • By: Alchemyrider Posted: March 6, 2019

      I like to think so. I am however mindful of an amended version of cyclists’ favourite formula: N + 1, for determing the optimal number of bicycles to own.

      That is N – 1, where N is the number of bicycles which cause your partner to leave you.

  1. By: Scooter Posted: March 6, 2019

    Reuse of city names is pretty common here. My home, Portland, Oregon, shares its name with Portland, Maine; Portland, Victoria; and Portland, New South Wales. My previous home, in Salem, Oregon, shares its name with 25 other towns and cities around the country.

    Maybe it’s primarily a feature in the English speaking world. I see that no one else has thought to claim Kuala Lumpur as the name for their burg too.

    • By: Alchemyrider Posted: March 6, 2019

      That might have something to do with the fact that Kuala Lumpur means “muddy confluence.” Not the most attractive of references.

      I am surprised that there are that many more Salems than Portlands.

  2. By: gregblood Posted: March 6, 2019

    Here’s my duplicate town name story:

    A few years ago, I was talking to a couple of gals on RAGBRAI (the famous bike ride across Iowa) and they told me they were from Denver.
    “Hey, this year’s route goes right through your hometown,” I said. “Are you going to have a welcoming committee when you ride through?”
    They looked at me like I was some kind of nut and said, “What are you talking about?”
    “We’re riding through Denver tomorrow on the way to Waterloo. Didn’t you know that?” I replied with some surprise.
    “We’re from Denver COLORADO!”
    I was pretty embarrassed, but then I saved myself with, “Ohhhhh, so there’s a Denver in Colorado too, huh?”

    • By: Alchemyrider Posted: March 6, 2019

      Nice story Greg. And kudos on the quick come back.

      • By: Scooter Posted: March 7, 2019

        Congrats from me too. It’s that famous midwestern dry wit. I’m a master of snappy comebacks too, but they don’t spring to mind until an hour later.

  3. By: The Navigator Posted: March 6, 2019

    Sometimes life comes full circle – what a nice story. I love the spirit of the guy selling snacks 🙂

    I don’t have a duplicate town story except that where I currently live is called COROWA. There is another town in the same state (about 6 hours away) called COWRA. We get phone calls to our tourism office a few times each year from people who are in town for an event and can’t find the motel they’d booked…. because they have booked something in the other town! It causes other confusions, too, on occasion. One man drove all the way here from Sydney – about a 7 hour drive – for a funeral of a distant relative, only the funeral was being held in the other town (which is only a four hour drive from Sydney in a different direction).

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