The day started with breakfast at a reasonable hour. There was no cycling done this day.
We loaded the vehicles, checked out of the resort and drove to the Boh Sungai Palas Tea Centre.
After some tea, sausage rolls, chicken pies and sardine puffs – a typical light Malaysian snack – we all drove back to Simpang Pulai. TH had left his car at the Mornington Hotel.
We split up at Simpang Pulai. Kelin was already on his way back to Kuala Lumpur. Kenix, Pai and I were also heading back to KL.
The rest drove to Penang. The Germans would spend the last few days of their visit in the food capital of Malaysia.
Safe in Penang.
Beer – what else? – @Chulia.
Dinner was another new experience for the first-timers to Malaysia. Banana leaf rice.
The tourist in front of @Chulia before heading off to see the sights of Penang.
The first stop had to be for some Penang laksa.
Then it was out and about in the markets. This chicken might have been too fresh for Patrik’s tastes.
There was a funicular railway ride up Penang Hill.
A walk through a fishing village.
Visits to temples.
On behalf of everyone who went to Brinchang and Penang, I must express our appreciation to our drivers Kurma and Vemam. They looked after us while we were riding, and ferried us to massages, dinners and around Penang. Our adventure would not have worked without them.
The day closed with a steamboat dinner.
And gifts for the Germans. Zaryl kindly brought them with her from KL. The T-shirts, not the beer!
The last ride in Malaysia was around Penang island. Ai Lei and Bin Soo had also driven up from KL to join Zaryl and the others on the ride.
A Penang exclusive is the availability of outriders to guide and help you ride through junctions. TH arranged for two outriders to accompany the ten cyclists.
The clockwise route runs past the Penang Bridge.
There are the climbs up to Teluk Bahang Dam.
And a ride through Batu Ferringhi.
There was a quick stop at @Chulia for a beer or two.
Then it was time for the beach party.
Of course, with lots of beer and wine. I don’t know why they wasted space bringing a Coke.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Sunday was the day that Dieter, Marc, Matthias and Patrik flew back to Germany. Ralf flew back to Hong Kong.
The Germany-bound four flew from Penang to KLIA. The flight from Penang was delayed but not enough to stop them from catching their connecting flight to Frankfurt.
Safely in KLIA.
And back in Germany. Looking cold!
Vielen Dank für Ihren Besuch. Wir haben es genossen, Ihnen ein bisschen Malaysia zu zeigen. Bis wir uns wieder treffen.
There were two items on the itinerary for Monday. A road trip to Melaka and Leonard’s 3-in-1 party.
The road trip started with a bak kut teh breakfast at Restoran Ah Hei Bak Kut Teh.
Once on the road to Melaka, it became clear that the Jalan Alor food stalls and/or alcohol had claimed one victim. Luckily a nap and some non-alcoholic Malta drink rejuvenated Matthias.
Pai and TH took the Germans sightseeing in Melaka.
Lunch was at Restoran Seng Kee.
I don’t think the Germans remember much about the drive back to Kuala Lumpur.
Leonard’s 3-in-1 party was at the Grand Imperial restaurant in the Bangsar Shopping Centre. 3-in-1 because 1. the Germans were here, 2. because he recently scored a hole-in-one, and 3. it was his birthday later that week.
I must say Ralf was resplendent in his lederhosen. Doing it “My Way!”
But he sometimes runs out of steam.
Leonard was a wonderful host. He does talk a lot though 💬💬💬.
The Day 5 ride was 115km from Tanjung Malim to Simpang Pulai.
Some bikes went into Amy’s truck. The other bicycles and people went into three other vehicles.
It took about an hour to drive to Tanjung Malim. We parked beside a Shell station and got ready to roll. The entire ride would be on Federal Route 1.
It was 31ºC when we got to Sungkai. We stopped for drinks and ice-cream.
Zaryl had a more urgent reason to stop. Her saddle had come off her seat post. It was Patrik the mechanic to the rescue.
12km further up the road, we arrived at a fresh fruit stall. Iced mango tastes very good when it is 35ºC.
The heat didn’t bother Marc though.
We made another drink stop at Tapah.
We had lunch at Kampar. We were 85km into the ride.
That is when Patrik discovered his souvenirs from the Hyatt House Hotel.
Pai dressed for the heat when we left Kampar.
At 2:30 pm we were in Gopeng. The air-conditioned KFC was closed for renovations. We had drinks in the open-air Alif Cafe instead.
I had a puncture 4km from our destination 🤬.
I must admit that one flat tire among twelve cyclists riding 115km each is good going.
Happy to be at the Mornington Hotel.
After a shower some of the group went for a massage. Starting with the feet.
Then it was dinner time. The restaurant TH chose for us was hosting a wedding that night. I think the wedding party was a bit worried when our scruffy group walked in the door.
We were seated upstairs, though. Out of sight of the wedding guests.
The highlight of the meal was the steamed grouper head. Which was something out of the ordinary for our German guests.
Our Day 5 ride had been our longest. Our Day 6 ride would have the most elevation.
We checked out of the Mornington Hotel and rode a few kilometres to breakfast at Restoran Nasi Kandar Pulai.
The road is fairly flat until the PETRONAS station about 5km from the Mornington Hotel. Then it starts to rise. Gently for 7km, and then more sharply to the border between the states of Perak and Pahang.
The road was relatively quiet, and it was cooler than it was the day before.
It wasn’t long before we were spread out along the road.
That sign reads “Heavy Vehicles Keep Left.”
Thank goodness for our support vehicles. They created a buffer between us and what little traffic was on the road.
And were on hand when there was a puncture and a floor pump was needed.
The support vehicles waited at the 43km point in case any of us wanted water, or in the case of the Germans, beer.
The Waterfall Café is 6km further up the road. We all stopped there for a rest, a drink, and some roasted peanuts.
The state border is 4km from the Waterfall Café.
It is another 30km and 800 metres of climbing from the border to Brinchang. There is some relief in the form of a 9km descent from Blue Valley to Kuala Terla.
Kampung Raja is roughly halfway down that descent. We stopped for lunch at Restoran Lai Ki in Kampung Raja. Lemon chicken, batter-fried squid, fish in oyster sauce and fried greens hit the spot.
The virgin jungle between Kampung Raja and Brinchang is gone. Vegetable farms, tea plantations, and hotels and restaurants have replaced the trees.
There were no more tree-lined roads like this for the last 20km to Strawberry Park Resort.
There are potholes and patches on the road from Kampung Raja to Brinchang. We had to be careful on the fast descents.
Everyone got to Strawberry Park Resort safely. TH’s suite was the hangout room of choice.
Patrik lit a fire.
Some serious rehydration happened in front of that fire.
Kelin drove up from Kuala Lumpur to join us for barbecued steaks, lamb and chicken accompanied by sweet potatoes, sweet corn, potato salad and green salad.
And pasta. TH demonstrated his chef chops by cooking two versions of spaghetti Frutti di Mare. With marinara sauce and with alfredo sauce.
TH also provided a soundtrack via his Bluetooth speaker. Hits from the 80’s and 90’s.
The evening ended with dessert and wine. A lot of wine.
In October 2018 a group of R@SKLs had a wonderful time cycling in Germany. Thanks to excellent arrangements made by Ralf from Hong Kong, and Marc and some of his friends in Germany.
Being polite Malaysians, the grateful R@SKLs invited the Germans to visit Malaysia. To their surprise, the Germans accepted the invitation!
Not only that, they booked flights and would arrive in Kuala Lumpur on 1st November 2019 for a ten-day stay.
After several discussions over teh tarik, thosai and roti canai which began in mid-September, we had a plan. Which was a good thing because Marc, Patrik, Matthias and Dieter did board their flight from Frankfurt to Kuala Lumpur.
We didn’t realise it at the time, but this photograph was a clue, or more accurately a warning of what the next ten days would entail.
Ralf had arrived one day earlier, and together with Chee Leong and Pai was on hand to welcome the others to Malaysia.
Their first stop after leaving the airport was Pegasus Cycles. CK and Danial reassembled their bicycles. Bike cases were loaded onto a truck and shipped to Penang.
You should already be getting a sense of the logistics required for our plan to work smoothly.
Getting bicycles assembled was important. More important was to introduce our guests to an essential part of Malaysian culture. Food.
TH took them across the road to the Grand Imperial restaurant in Plaza Damas for a dim sum lunch.
After lunch, we took the guys to the Hyatt House hotel, which was home for the next four nights. They soon discovered the infinity pool.
The last logistical piece for the day was to load the now-assembled bikes into Amy’s truck. Amy would take the bikes to the start of our Saturday ride.
We picked up the Germans at 6:30 am from their hotel and drove to Bandar Rimbayu. Our ride through the kampung roads to Bukit Jugra started at 7:30 am.
It wasn’t long before there was a puncture.
A stop after 14km was a bit sooner than expected.
There was another mechanical problem soon after that, so we had another wait at the 7-Eleven in Jenjarom. Fortunately, that was the last forced stop for the day.
The highlight of this ride, or lowlight, depending upon your point of view, was the climb up Bukit Jugra to the lighthouse.
We spent twenty minutes enjoying the view over the Langat River. Then it was time for food at our favourite Jugra ride restaurant.
After a meal of rice, fish and vegetables we pedalled back the way we had come.
After crossing the Langat River we stopped at Cendol & AC Santan Sawit Ross. It was time to introduce our German visitors to cendol.
The guys made a few new friends.
Everyone finished the ride safely. Back at Mont Kiara, the guys demonstrated an essential part of German culture. Beer.
Heng Keng kindly hosted dinner at his home. Complete with roast suckling pig.
The first and third Sunday of each month is KL Car Free Morning. Roads in the city centre are closed from 7:00 am to 9:00 am. It seemed like a good idea to do a city ride.
CK and Danial mapped out a 35km route which would take us past some city landmarks.
The Germans rode the short distance from their hotel to Pegasus Cycles, where about twenty other cyclists were waiting.
We rode from Pegasus Cycles to Damansara Heights.
Then we stopped at the main entrance to the National Palace, which is the official residence of the Yang di-Pertuan Agong (King) of Malaysia.
Our next stop was at the top of the climb up Changkat Tunku, which is popularly known s Mayor’s Hill. There is a good view overlooking the city.
We rode back down Changkt Tunku and into the Lake Gardens. The Tugu Negara (National Monument) is there.
We then rolled through Dataran Merdeka (Independence Square). To the left is the Sultan Abdul Samad Building, which used to house the British colonial government offices.
Next on the itinerary was the KL Tower. It is a 421 metres tall communications tower. It is the 7th tallest freestanding tower in the world.
The last landmark we visited was the PETRONAS Twin Towers.
We had ridden about 25km. It was time for thosai, roti canai and fried noodles with chicken. All washed down with fresh coconut water.
Dieter was suspicious of the fresh coconut 😆.
We finished the ride well before noon. To keep the Germans entertained, Pai took them to Batu Caves that afternoon.
Pai dropped the Germans off at the Pavilion shopping mall. They found a German bistro that serves everything from pork knuckles and ribs to cold cuts and sausages. The place must have been a dream come true for our five visitors 🇩🇪.
Dinner was close to the Pavilion, at the food stalls along Jalan Alor.
Unsurprisingly, the Germans ended the night in a bar 🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺.
A weekend trip to Penang for the annual round island ride has been a R@SKLs tradition since 2016. Over the past decade, this ride was known as the Campaign for a Lane Ride and was approximately 80km / 50mi long.
This year the ride had a new name. Toward Cycling City Penang. And the distance was extended to 100km / 62mi. The two out-and-back stretches at the lower left and middle left of the route accounted for the additional 20km.
The ride started right on time at 7:00 am. Kudos to the organisers.
The R@SKLs rode as a group for the entire ride. Speeds were kept to below 30kph so that everyone could stay together. Despite best intentions, a couple of riders did fall off the back of the group because of a mechanical problem.
In the past, we stopped near the Penang Bridge. This time we didn’t so photographs of the bridge were taken on the go.
Our first brief stop was after 18km.
Not long after that we turned right and rode along the southern end of the runway at Penang International Airport.
In another departure from past practice, we did not stop for a restroom break at the Caltex station near Kampung Binjai.
😳Bladder control On.
The first extension to the route came at Taman Cahaya after 29km. In past years we turned right to tackle the climb up Bukit Genting.
This time we continued straight along the southwestern tip of the island for about 5km before retracing our route back to Taman Cahaya.
I had reached the limit of my bladder control at the U-turn and had to stop.
As I neared Bukit Genting I got a telephone call from Simon. He had stopped to help Eugene with his mechanical. As did Marvin. I thought they were behind me but I was wrong.
I was speaking to Simon via my Aftershokz Aeropex headphones. I took my hands off the bar and cupped them over my ears to reduce the wind noise as I spoke.
Simon: Eugene, Marvin and I are at the top of the first climb. Where are you? Me: I am at the bottom of the first climb. Everyone is at the bottom of the climb. Simon: OK. Wait for us. We will ride down now. Me: NO. Stay there. I am still at the bottom of the climb. Simon: OK. You stay there. We are coming. Me: NO NO NO. You stay where you are. We are all still climbing up to you.
Having my hands over my ears didn’t make me very intelligible to Simon. Fortunately, he understood enough to stay put while the rest of us rode up to the three of them.
How did Eugene, Marvin and Simon get ahead of us? They skipped the extra 10km loop.
The first water stop was at the top of Bukit Genting. Despite the threat from the organizers of no service for riders who weren’t wearing the official event jersey, we all got water. In a nice move to reduce the use of plastics the organizers did not provide individual bottles of water. Instead, they filled each cyclist’s bottles from a water dispenser.
It is a high-speed descent (unless you are stuck behind traffic) to Taman Simpang Jaya and the sharp turn to the left that leads to a flat 15km through several kampungs (villages).
After 10km of flat riding, some of us stopped at Mysara Café for a drink. The others continued to the sundry shops next to the Chinese temple at the foot of the second climb of the day.
Immediately before the Chinese temple, we discovered the second extension to the route. A 7km loop to Pantai Aceh and back.
The Mysara Café contingent finished the loop and rode past the rest of the R@SKLs just as they were remounting their bikes for the 5km and 200 metre / 656 foot climb.
After the climb and descent, most of us regrouped at the rest hut overlooking the lake beside the Teluk Bahang Dam. Some had to get back to their hotels early to check-out so they went ahead.
There were 30km left to ride through Teluk Bahang, Batu Ferringhi, Tanjung Bungah, Tanjung Tokoh and Gurney Drive to the finish.
We collected our Finisher’s medals and rode straight back to our hotels. It was too hot to linger and many had to shower and check-out of hotels.
Or indulge in a celebratory cold one!
The final act for five of the seven who rode to Penang was to load our bikes into Amy’s truck for the drive back to KL.
Our Penang-based friends ST Chan and Dennis Tan kindly agreed to lead a group of R@SKLs on a ride to Pantai Merdeka. Pantai Merdeka is the only sand beach in mainland Kedah. More important to the R@SKLs was the prospect of mee udang (prawn noodles) at Kampung Pulau Sayak mid-way through the ride.
In addition to the seven R@SKLs who rode to Penang, there were about twenty other R@SKLs who had made their way there by road or by air. Together with perhaps a dozen riders from Penang, we made a big group as we headed down Lebuh Chulia at 6:15 am toward the Raja Tun Uda Ferry Terminal.
The ferry service to the mainland is free. As soon as the barriers opened we rode onto the 6:30 am ferry for the fifteen-minute trip to the Sultan Abdul Halim ferry terminal in Butterworth.
The route to Pantai Merdeka headed directly north, crossing the border between the states of Penang and Kedah at the Sungai Muda.
Once we were north of Penaga we had lovely views of paddy fields.
The group spread out and split up into smaller clumps over the 35km / 22mi or so toward Pantai Merdeka. Most R@SKLs rode all the way to Pantai Merdeka.
A half dozen of us turned left at Kampung Tukang Jusoh, about 2km from Pantai Merdeka, and rode straight to Usop Mee Udang at Laut Pulau Sayak. We wanted to be at the front of the queue for the mee udang.
While waiting for our drinks and mee udang we enjoyed the views of the beach and Pulau Sayak.
The much-anticipated mee udang . . . .
The ride back to the Sungai Muda ran closer to the coast. We didn’t have any views of the sea but we still had views of the paddy fields.
We turned left toward the bridge over the Sungai Muda at the Kota Kuala Muda Tsunami Memorial.
The memorial is a poignant reminder of the devastating tsunami which took place on 26th December 2004 following a powerful 8.9 magnitude earthquake off the coast of Sumatra. The Kota Kuala Muda region was badly affected with one hundred houses destroyed and eleven villagers losing their lives.
Surprise surprise! When we got to the tsunami memorial it was hot. 32º C / 90º F hot. About twenty minutes later we stopped at Padang Tembusu for a cold drink.
Then we rode the 17km / 11mi to the Sultan Abdul Halim ferry terminal and the ferry ride back to Penang.
We took a little detour to Lebuh Downing to collect our ride packs for the next day’s Towards Cycling City Penang round island ride before riding back to our respective hotels. All the R@SKLs finished the ride safely. The rest of the day was spent in the Tien Hotel’s Chulia Restaurant and Bar.
And of course at the food stalls.
Carbo-loading for the Towards Cycling City Penang ride.
Bin Soo joined us for the Taiping to Penang leg. She and Ai Lei had driven to Taiping. Mark told Bin Soo that we would all meet in the hotel lobby at 6:30 am.
I am sure we were all still asleep when Bin Soo and Ai Lei got to our hotel at 5:11 am 😲. They were there early to take us to breakfast. Ham chim peng (Chinese fried doughnuts) and coffee.
Amy and I didn’t make it to breakfast. I for one was nowhere near ready to head out of my room before 6:15 am.
We rolled out of Taiping at 6:30 am. I used Ride With GPS to plot the shortest route from our hotel to Federal Route 1. We would spend most of the day on that road.
All went well until 7km from the hotel. We came to a right turn where the paved road became a narrow gravel track. Too narrow for the truck.
So Marvin had to find a driveable way to get to Federal Route 1. We forged ahead into the unknown. I had no idea how long we would be riding off-road.
All credit to Bin Soo for being willing to ride over gravel and through puddles on her brand-new bike.
No one dared to ride across this bridge.
The track was luckily rideable enough to get us to Federal Route 1. Except that we were on the wrong side of a divided highway. That required a dismount and quick sprint over the highway divider.
We came to another interesting bridge across the Sungai Sepetang 14km into the day.
We made our first restroom stop at the PETRONAS station in Bagan Serai after ninety minutes of cycling. The ride itself was unremarkable. So much so that trailing a tractor for a short time was exciting.
The reason we didn’t draft behind the tractor for longer was that it was moving too slowly.
We took a short detour off Federal Route 1 for a pit stop at Bandar Baharu. Marvin guided us to this place on the Sungai Kerian. The food here was excellent and cheap.
We were back on our bikes at about 10:00 am. One hour later we were sitting in Nasi Kandar Rizq in Simpang Ampat. It was already 35º C / 95º F. Significantly warmer than it had been at the same time the day before. We all needed cold liquids and some shade.
There were 22km to go to the Penang Sentral ferry terminal. The run from Simpang Ampat was in the most traffic we had encountered on the entire trip. There is a lot of commercial traffic on the roads to Butterworth. For the most part, we had no other route option to take. We did a detour to avoid riding on the Butterworth Outer Ring Road over the last 5km to the ferry terminal.
We were on a ferry at 12:50 pm, having paid the princely sum of RM1.40 / USD0.34 each for the privilege. Which is incredibly cheap because no ticket is needed for the return trip from the island.
The ferry ride takes fifteen minutes. There is a nice view of the Penang Bridge during the crossing.
It is just over 1km from the Raja Tun Uda ferry terminal on Penang island to our respective hotels on Lebuh Chulia.
After getting cleaned up we wasted no time getting to one of the main reasons to come to Penang.
Food glorious food! Both on the streets and in the cafés.
Lots of Penang food was a very nice way to celebrate riding about 330km / 205mi over three days. Without a single puncture amongst us.
We are already talking about where to ride to next.
It was 5:59 am. We had checked out of the hotel, loaded the truck and posed for a photograph.
All that was left to do was to ride 126km / 78mi to Taiping. It had rained some more during the night. The roads were wet as we rode toward Jalan Batu Sinar through neighbourhoods which were just coming to life.
Our route west and then north would be mostly on secondary roads which are smooth and relatively vehicle-free.
Kampar sits in the Kinta Valley. Once an area with rich tin ore reserves. Most of the tin mines closed down following the collapse of the industry, especially in the late 20th century.
The mining pools remain. The first 17km of the morning took us through an area studded with pools. Sadly it was too dark to see them properly.
By the time it was light enough to see our surroundings we were on the A112 Jalan Kampung Bali and already through the main concentration of pools. The road was still quiet.
Very quiet at times.
No one had eaten breakfast before we left Kampar. Once we had ridden for an hour it was time to look for a place to eat. We chanced upon D’Anjung Bali about 25km / 16mi into the ride.
I say ‘chanced upon’ because we probably would have ridden right past this place if not for one of us being desperately in need of a pee break. As we slowed down to see if there was a bathroom available I noticed someone “throwing” a roti canai. Not only was there roti, but there was also puri and nasi lemak. There was a bathroom too. What a find in the middle of nowhere. Well, technically D’Anjung Bali is in Kampung Melayu Bali, but there are uninhabited kilometres on either side.
Over coffee and Milo Pai tried to convince us to choose the driver for Day 3. We all declined and said we would wait until dinner time to draw lots. None of us wanted to have our day spoiled by the knowledge that we would be driving the next day.
After a very pleasant breakfast, we were on the road again. In 3km we turned left onto busy Federal Route 5. Fortunately we would be on that road for only 22km / 14mi. Pai was doing what Mark did the day before. Driving ahead of us and then stopping and waiting until we rode past.
Somewhere around Bota, we came upon the truck parked on the road shoulder. It looked like Pai was checking his phone as we went past him. Twenty minutes later Pai called me and asked, “Are you lost?”
That surprised me because we were still on Federal Route 5. Pai hadn’t seen us ride by and assumed that we were still behind him. He might deny it but I think he was asleep when we went past him. He had turned around and gone back to look for us, thinking that we had taken a shortcut somewhere.
When Pai called me we were about 4km from the right turn onto A127 Jalan Gelang Pepuyu. After we made that turn we stopped at the first roadside restaurant for a drink and to wait for Pai to find us.
I had sent Pai our location via WhatsApp. WhatsApp locations are not always accurate to the metre. Pai didn’t see us where WhatsApp said we were and sped right by.
I must admit that we were not easy to spot behind those clumps of bamboo. Another phone call got Pai back to where we were.
We had lots of time before we could check-in at our hotel in Taiping. So we spent forty-five minutes over our drinks before getting back on the road.
Once again we had blue skies and rising temperatures. It was 10:30 am and 30º C / 86º F when we arrived in Beruas. Time for another drink at Restoran Padi Emas.
We stopped at Beruas for forty minutes. In that time the temperature went up to 34º C / 93º F.
23km / 14mi later we stopped at a small restaurant in Padang Gajah. Where the majority of customers looked like nurses in their white uniforms. More cold drinks were ordered. There was also an unusual treat on sale. Coconut jelly. Tasty and more importantly, cold.
We rolled out of Padang Gajah at about 12:30 pm. There were 30km to go to Taiping.
Though you don’t see it in this photograph, the roads through Terong and Changkat Jering and on to Taiping were fairly busy. The road shoulder was also badly rutted in places, which made it uncomfortable to ride at the edge of the road.
Pai did an excellent job of following right behind us. In doing so he blocked traffic from squeezing past us. Vehicles had to move into the opposite lane to overtake Pai and us. Which gave us room to ride on the smoother part of the road toward the centre of our lane.
Pai would toot his horn whenever a vehicle overtook him so we knew to move to the road shoulder. Thank you, Pai.
We got to the Taiping Panorama Hotel at 1:40 pm. Surprisingly, our rooms were ready. Some of the others wanted to get lunch before showering. Not me. It had been 38º C / 100º F during the ten minutes it took us to negotiate the city streets and traffic lights to get to the hotel. I needed a cold shower more than lunch.
The photographs of lunch did look good though.
I had a short lie down after my shower. At 3:45 pm Mark and I walked to Ansari Famous Cendol. That place has been there for at least forty years. Their cendol is deservedly famous. Two bowls worth of delicious.
Lay and Marvin joined us after dropping off their cycling kit at a nearby laundromat. On the way to Ansari Famous Cendol Marvin bought pisang goreng and keledek goreng (banana fritters and sweet potato fritters) and fried popiah (spring rolls). We had quite a snack fest.
Amy, Marvin, Martin and Pai watched Joker that evening. The rest of us met up with them for dinner after the film. We sat at a table in the street and ordered food from the shops and stalls all around us.
Martin was prepared to do some slurping.
It was time to see who would be driving on Day 3. Marvin was confident that it would not be him. “I am always lucky,” he said. Amy thought that Marvin would be the driver.
Mark held some RM1 notes serial number side down and we each chose one.
Amy must be clairvoyant. Marvin drew the low last digit 😆.
The rest of us ordered more food to celebrate not having to drive on Day 3. Stuffed to the gills, we strolled back to the hotel and our beds. It would be an early start again in the morning.
Planning for a three-day ride from KL to Penang started in August. Culminating with a last meeting over roti canai and thosai. And a loaf of home-baked sourdough bread courtesy of AiLin.
Lay, Marvin, Amy, Pai and I were ready to go at 5:15. Mark isn’t in this photograph because he was the cameraman. Martin isn’t in the photo either because he was slightly late (he had to finish the breakfast his wife made for him before he was allowed out of the house).
The first leg for the day was from Taman Tun Dr Ismail to the KTM station in Kuang. It had rained during the night so the roads were wet. Our freshly-washed bicycles didn’t stay clean for long.
Staying true to the R@SKL raison d’etre there were two themes to this adventure. Riding and eating. Our first food stop was at a coffee shop across the road from Kuang station. Three of us fuelled up with plates of noodles for the train ride to Tanjung Malim.
The 7:27 am train was on time so we didn’t spend much time striking poses on the platform.
We had most of the carriage to ourselves. Once settled in our seats the first order of business was checking mobile phones. We did speak to each other during the one hour journey to Tanjung Malim. And one not-to-be-named person took a nap.
Amy provided her truck as a support vehicle. That was very helpful because we could put bags in the truck instead of riding with saddle packs. Mark was the driver on the first day because Daddy duties prevented him from riding with us at 5:15 am.
We met Mark at a roadside stall about a kilometre from Tanjung Malim station. We had only ridden 30km / 19mi but were already into our second meal of the day. Roti canai for those who hadn’t eaten in Kuang. If you ever find yourself on Jalan Ketoyang, north of Tanjung Malim station, stop at Restoran Al Kassim Maju. Their roti is the bomb.
The riding then started in earnest. Our final destination for Day 1 was Kampar. 88km / 55mi north on Federal Route 1. Mark would drive ahead of us and park on the side of the road. After we went past him he would leapfrog us again.
After ninety minutes we stopped for a break at Kampung Gajah, which is just south of Sungkai. Drinks only for all of us except for Martin, who had burned through his home-cooked breakfast and was hungry.
We were riding under clear blue skies. The temperature was rising steadily. It was 25º C / 77º F when we left Taman Tun. It was 38º C / 97º F when we rolled into Bidor at noon.
We had plenty of time to cover the 30km to Kampar. There was no point getting there before we could check in to the hotel. We spent ninety minutes consuming cold drinks and kai chai pang (chicken biscuits) under a fan at Restoran Mee Wah. Why the name “chicken biscuits” is a mystery because they do not contain any chicken.
Soon after we got going again clouds rolled in and we got drizzled on for a while. No one complained because the cooler temperature was appreciated by all.
10km / 6mi from Kampar the sky to the east got dark and the wind started to blow. A thunderstorm was on the way. We picked up the pace and got to the Kampar Boutique Hotel just ahead of a burst of rain.
After a shower and a short nap, we headed out to look for snacks. We found cendol, ais kacang and noodles.
It started to rain again, this time heavily, as we sat drinking and eating. We were trapped on the wrong side of the road from our hotel. After twenty minutes we gave up waiting for the deluge to stop and ran across the road through the rain.
Mark, Marvin and Pai were stuck on the hotel side of the road because of the rain, and couldn’t join us for cendol. Instead they went to Restoran Yin Phun Low, which is next door to the hotel. The rest of us joined them for dinner and beers. The food was so-so. I don’t recommend this restaurant.
The highlight of our time in that restaurant was deciding who would drive the truck the next day. In the week before the ride, everyone expressed a desire to drive. There was the talk of taking turns through the day as a way of getting some time off the saddle.
By the end of Day 1, that sentiment had changed. We had ridden at a relaxed pace. No one needed a break from riding. And Mark made it clear that the stop and start driving was no fun. There were no volunteers to drive the next day.
So Mark held out a fan of one ringgit notes and we each took one. Pai drew the note with the lowest last digit in the serial number. To the relief of the rest of us!
You would have thought that dinner would be the end of eating for the day. You would have been wrong. Kampar is noted for its Claypot Chicken Rice. A couple of the guys ventured out later that night for some.
The rest of us called it a night. We had another early start planned for Day 2.
Repsol Oil & Gas Malaysia organised a Fellowship Ride in conjunction with the Malaysia Day celebration. The objective of the ride and the associated activities was to bring together Malaysians of all ages and from all walks of life in the spirit of unity.
Two weeks before the ride was to take place Malaysia was blanketed by a persistent haze coming from multiple fires in Indonesia.
The haze got so bad in the days before the ride that several outdoor events planned for the weekend in Kuala Lumpur were cancelled.
The health and safety of participants was of course a concern for Repsol Malaysia. After careful consideration Repsol announced that the event would continue in one of three ways, depending upon the Air Pollution Index along the route at 7.00am on the day of the ride. The options were:
If the Air Pollution Index (API) for Seremban and the areas along the ride route was below 100 the 125km long ride would go ahead.
If the API was between 101 and 130 the ride distance would be halved.
If the API was above 131 the ride would be cancelled but the associated events: the various contests, the lucky dip and the lucky draw would proceed.
This ride would start and end at the Kompleks Belia dan Sukan Paroi (Paroi Youth and Sports Complex) in Seremban, Negeri Sembilan. Seremban is about 70km from Kuala Lumpur. My KL friends and I had to decide whether it was worth driving to Paroi and back on Saturday to collect our ride packs and then again to Paroi early on Sunday morning for a ride that might not happen.
We all kept the faith. Some of us booked accommodation in Seremban for the night before the ride. Ride pack pickup was a breeze, thanks to this cheerful crew from Cyclomotion Sdn. Bhd, who managed the ride. They stayed smiling while attending to a steady stream of participants throughout the day and into the night.
The packs contained a ride number, a jersey, a keychain and a disposable particulate respirator mask. Which was a nice touch considering the prevailing air quality.
The haze had lifted a bit on Sunday morning. About a dozen of us joined over one thousand other cyclists at the start line, all waiting to hear what the organizers had decided about the length of the ride.
The decision was to shorten the ride to 80km. The API reading issued by the Department of the Environment at 7.00am for Seremban was below 100. However, the original route would have taken us toward Port Dickson and further south to the border with Melaka. The reading for Port Dickson was already 159.
The ride was flagged off by the Negeri Sembilan State Assembly Speaker YB Dato’ Zulkefly Mohamad bin Omar. He was accompanied by the Youth and Sports Development Action Committee Chairman YB Tuan Haji Mohamad Taufek bin Abdul Ghani and Repsol Malaysia Business Unit Director Jorge Milathianakis.
The revised route would take us southward only as far as Siliau and Rantau before returning to Paroi.
It was a prescient decision to shorten the ride. As you can see from the readings below the API for Port Dickson and cities in Melaka got worse and worse as the morning progressed. The API for Seremban nudged up at a slower rate but still was above 100 at 11.00am. The shortened route got us back to Paroi at 11.15am so we were done riding before the haze got bad.
In keeping with the fellowship nature of this ride, the pace was controlled by a lead vehicle that averaged between 30kph and 35kph. Those of use who started right at the rear of the group found ourselves a long way behind the pace vehicle by the time we had covered the hilly 5km to Senawang. Which meant riding at an average speed of 33kph for the next 35km to catch up.
One benefit of keeping all the participants together was that the police could close the roads completely for the relatively short time it took for all of us to ride through. Having the entire road to ourselves was a unique experience. The marshalling of the route by the Polis Diraja Malaysia (Royal Malaysia Police) and Cyclomotion volunteers was excellent.
There was a twenty-minute stop for water and bananas after 40km. Once again the high-quality management of this event by Cyclomotion was evident. There was plenty of drinking water available. Some of it was iced. And enough bananas to go around too.
While we were riding there were activities at the Youth and Sports Complex to keep the waiting families and friends busy. There was a batik painting competition for children. This was one of the prize-winning efforts from the batik-painting competition.
The adults could try to win prizes for a high score on the Moto GP simulators. This was the first time a motorbike simulation challenge has ever been offered at a cycling event.
The ride back to Paroi after the water stop was slower for my group because we were closer to the pace vehicle. We were able to practice riding within a large group, being constantly aware of the cyclists all around and alert to sudden decreases in speed. Controlled pace rides are not for those who want to ride as fast as they can.
In order to help riders stay properly hydrated in the haze, Cyclomotion added a second water stop at the 60km point. Two water stops would not normally be required for a 80km plus ride but Cyclomotion responded admirably to the unusual conditions on the day.
Riders started rolling under the finishing arch at about 11.15am. Medals were handed out and cold drinks and food were collected. Individuals who were very hungry could choose snacks and meals from the five food trucks parked around the finishing area.
The lucky dip winning numbers had been drawn while we were out on the course. Fifty people came away from the finish area happy at having won one of the lucky dip prizes. Most of the rest of us headed into the hall to wait for the lucky draw for the big prizes.
This lucky draw was worth waiting for. The list of prizes was impressive.
11th. Official Negeri Sembilan team football jersey, courtesy of the State Secretary 10th 40 inch LED television 9th MotoGP Marc Marquez tribute tickets 8th MotoGP Marc Marquez tribute tickets 7th MotoGP Marc Marquez tribute tickets 6th Rudy Project sunglasses 5th GoPro Hero 7 Black camera 4th Shimano Ultegra R8020 groupset 3rd KTM Road Bicycle 2nd Giant Propel SLR Bicycle 1st Repsol Honda RS150R Motorcycle
Not only did the Negeri Sembilan State Secretary Dato Dr Razali Ab. Malik donate one of the lucky draw prizes, he also completed the ride and kindly presented prizes to the lucky winners.
Suffice it to say that ten people left the hall very happy, but none of those ten people was my friends or me.
This was a very enjoyable event. Despite the haze, the teams from Repsol Malaysia and Cyclomotion did an outstanding job of organizing and managing this Fellowship Ride. I hope this becomes an annual event. I would sign up for the 2020 edition today.
In 2017 I wrote a review of the grandparent of the Aftershokz Aeropex headphones, the Aftershokz Trekz Titanium. In that review I commented on the durability of the Trekz Titaniums, noting that sweat and rain had not had an adverse effect.
Two years of regular use have proved me wrong. In that time I have made two warranty claims because transducers came loose. I suspect because of corrosion caused by the ingress of sweat into the transducer casings. To their credit, Aftershokz replaced both units via Distexpress Malaysia, which is their local distributor.
The successor to the Trekz Titanium is the Trekz Air which was introduced in 2018. The Trekz Air is 20% lighter than the Trekz Titanium. However, it has the same IP55 rating as its older sibling so I didn’t trade in my Trekz Titanium.
Aftershokz has just released its latest iteration of bone-conduction headphones. The Aeropex.
The Aeropex is IP67 rated which means it can be immersed in on metre of water for thirty minutes. That specification alone was enough for me to buy a pair.
The Aeropex (pictured lower left) is 30% smaller overall and 15% lighter than the Trekz Air (pictured upper right). Which makes it significantly smaller and lighter than the Trekz Titanium (pictured upper left).
At lower left is the Trekz Trainerz designed for swimmers. It is IP68 rated and uses 4GB of internal storage rather than Bluetooth connectivity to play music.
I have used my Aeropex headphones for a month now. They weigh 26g and have a smaller neckband than the Titanium. Which makes the Aeropex very comfortable and fit better under my cycling helmet. Sound quality is more dynamic with enhanced bass. Sound leakage is decreased and the transducers vibrate less against the skin.
Another difference between the Aeropex and the Titanium is the use of a magnetic charging port rather than a micro USB port. The magnetic charging port features a moisture detector which alerts you if there is sweat or other liquid on the port. Charging the headphones while the port is wet can damage the circuitry.
Included accessories are a rubber case with a magnetic clasp and two charging cables.
I bought the Cosmic Black version. The Aeropex comes in three other colours.
At current prices, the Aeropex costs twice as much as the now discounted Titanium. Is the Aeropex worth the money? Definitely. The Aeropex boasts improved comfort, sound quality and an IP67 waterproof rating. An important plus is that Aftershokz is the only bone conduction headphones brand offering a two-year warranty.
I gave the Trekz Titanium headphones a five-star rating. The Aeropex deserves six stars.