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Rapha Festive 500

Festive 500

I have not covered many kilometers in 2014.  Thanks in no small part to my extended time off the bicycle.  Both self-inflicted and health-inflicted.

My total mileage on 12th October 2014 was the lowest it has ever been on that date in the five years I have been cycling.  That was the day of my first ride in almost four months.  I rode as much as I could, and then had another month of no rides from 23rd November.  Rain and weekend travel are to blame.

Total Distance

Graph courtesy of VeloViewer

So the Rapha Festive 500 came at the perfect time to motivate me to add to my total kilometers ridden in 2014.  The challenge is to ride 500 kms between the 24th and 31st of December.

Rapha has partnered with Strava to keep track of riders’ mileage.  No small undertaking, seeing as 46,360 cyclists are currently in the challenge.

Strava is doing a great job of displaying every participant’s current mileage, and rank overall, by country, by age and by weight.  Strava is also providing additional motivation by presenting riders with ‘achievements’ as they meet interim targets.


I got the final one today.


I have ridden every day since Christmas Eve.  I am putting my vacation time to good use.

Heatmap courtesy of Strava

Heatmap courtesy of Strava

514kms over six days.  Mostly over the usual routes:  Genting Sempah (2), KESAS (3) and (6), and the Guthrie Corridor Expressway (4).

There were a couple of forays into new territory, starting with the first Festive 500 ride on Christmas Eve (1).  Keat, Mark, Marco, Fahmi and I started with a ride to a favourite nasi lemak stop in Kampung Cempedak.  But instead of following breakfast with a ride through Kampung Melayu Seri Kundang, we followed a back road toward Rawang.  Here we are, happy to be at the summit of the climb along Jalan Ciku.

Photograph courtesy of Marco

Photograph courtesy of Marco

The ride that took me over the 500kms target was an entirely new one.  I drove my biker chick to the airport, then parked and pulled my bike out of the car.  It was raining quite hard, but that didn’t stop me from riding alongside runway 2, and the new runway 3 serving KLIA 2, watching aircraft come and go in a cloud of spray.


I didn’t want to continue onto the highway serving the airports, so I doubled back along runway 3 and went to Sepang.  I had fun, but would have enjoyed it more if it hadn’t been raining the entire time.


Weather permitting, I might get to 600kms by New Year’s Eve.  A relatively large total by my current standards, but paltry in comparison with 1,644kms already ridden by the person leading the Festive 500.  He has cycled almost 14,500kms in 2014.  He must be very fit.  And not have a full-time job.

Samila Century Ride 2013

Samila Century 2013 Graphic

We started talking about this ride in August.  The number of riders in Team KESAS Kruisers fluctuated as Sunday 17th November approached.  Six of us loaded our bikes into Keat’s pickup truck early Friday morning for the 565 km / 350 mi drive to Songkhla.

Samila Century 2013 Truck

Keat, Marco and I rode in the truck, and Marvin, Chris and Mark were in Marvin’s hot hatchback.

Some planning went into fitting six bicycles into the bed of the pickup truck.  Meticulous planning went into deciding where to eat along the way.  Breakfast was at the Sungai Buloh R&R.  I should be embarrassed to admit that this was only 26 km / 16 mi into our journey.  This stop was chosen for convenience over the quality of the food available.

The first “foodie” stop was at the Pun Chun Noodle House in Bidor.  Pun Chun is noted for its duck noodles.

They go through a lot of duck!

Samila Century 2013 Pun Chun Duck

Lunch was at Ong Cheng Huat Seafood in Bagan Lalang.  The restaurant is tucked away in a small village.  Marvin knew how to get there.  The food was outstanding.

The Steamed Red Snapper was particularly good.  This was Keat’s favorite bit of the fish.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

We got to the Thai border at about 4.30 pm Malaysian time.  Chris, Marco and I watched the world go by while Keat and Marvin sorted out the paperwork required to drive their vehicles into Thailand.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

We may have planned our food stops well, but we weren’t so clever when it came to picking the time of day to drive from the border post at Sadao to Hat Yai and on to Songkhla.  Thailand is one hour behind Malaysia.  It was about 4 pm Thai time by the time we left Sadao.  Which meant that we drove into the height of the evening rush outside Hat Yai, and then crawled all the way to Songkhla.  The last 95 km / 60 mi of the drive took more than two hours.

So it was nice to be in a hotel in the center of Songkhla, within walking distance of places to eat.  I wouldn’t go so far as to describe the Pavilion Hotel as “elegant” (see the hotel website).  It may well have been elegant in its heyday, but is a bit worse for wear today.  It met our needs well enough though.  And at RM215 / USD68 per person for three nights, including breakfast, we shouldn’t complain.

We wandered into Mr. Steak for dinner.  Ribs, steaks and pasta are not what immediately come to mind when you think of what to eat in Thailand.  Mr. Steak hit the spot though.  This is the team – and a photo bomber!

Photograph courtesy of Christopher Chin

Photograph courtesy of Christopher Chin

We chose our hotel because it was very close to the official hotel and the start and finish for the ride.    The organizers ran into a last-minute snag with that hotel and had to move everything to the Haad Kaew Resort.  Which is about 30 km / 19 mi away via the two parts of the Tinsulanonda Bridge that join the mainland to Ko Yo Island in Songkhla Lake.  Or 10 km / 6 mi away if you take the ferry across the narrow strait that connects the lake to the Gulf of Thailand.

We weren’t able to cancel our reservations at the Pavilion Hotel.  So the plan was to cycle from the hotel to where the ride would start.  Hence the first order of business after breakfast on Saturday was to recce the shorter route to the Haad Kaew Resort.

On the way to the ferry we explored a little.  There is a well-known statue, the Golden Mermaid, on Samila Beach.  This statue, dedicated to knowledge, looked more interesting to Marvin.

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

The scenic route to the ferry runs along the beach.  Marco, Marvin and I, and the others, took turns being photographed with the sea behind us.

Samila Century 2013 Samila Beach

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

We had to do a bit of deciphering of signs along the way, but we found the ferry.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

The ferry operates from 5am, which meant that we would have no problem getting to the start before 7am.  An added bonus is that the ferry is free for cyclists.

We shared the ferry with a few cars and pickup trucks, and a lot of small motorcycles and scooters.  One family was going to have chicken feet, prawns, and squash for lunch or dinner.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Once off the ferry we were cycling along the tail end of the ride route, so there were arrows guiding us to the Haad Kaew Resort.  Where we discovered that the Samila Century Ride was the shorter option.  The Songkhla Ipoh Friendship Ride had started the day before.  It is about 360 km / 224 mi from Songkhla to Ipoh in Malaysia.

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

Our jerseys and ride numbers were waiting for us when we got there.  We introduced ourselves to the event organizer, Ms. Metharin Pongratchatakaran.

As for our footwear.  We thought it was going to rain and didn’t want to risk getting our cycling shoes wet.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

The sandals worked out well.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

We were all a bit peckish by the time we got off the ferry back across the strait.  There are a host of seafood restaurants to choose from on Samila Beach.

It was time for some Thai food.  Food doesn’t come more Thai than tom yam soup.

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

Photograph courtesy of Mark Lim

I’m surprised we could ride our bikes the rest of the way back to the hotel after all the seafood we ate for lunch.  I’m not surprised that everyone took a long nap that afternoon.

That evening we wandered through the night market that is just down the road from the hotel.  To be more accurate we wandered through the food section of the night market.  We didn’t bother with the part where you can buy clothes, alarm clocks, toys etc.

The first thing we saw was a pickup truck that had been converted into a Japanese restaurant.  Two cooks were in the kitchen on the roof.  The diners sat at tables on the bed, or at tables that folded out from either side of the truck.  Food came down from the kitchen on a small electrically-operated lift.  All quite ingenious.

Samila Century 2013 Sakura Truck

These sweets are called Look Choop.  They could substitute for energy chews.  They certainly look prettier than your average Clif Shot Blok.  Sweetened mung bean paste is moulded to look like fruits and vegetables.  A candy glaze adds color.

Samila Century 2013 Sweets

I’m not so sure these treats will catch on as a substitute for energy chews though.

Samila Century 2013 Protein Pods (Mark)

Still on the subject of food (no munchies no ride)!  The Pavilion Hotel may no longer be elegant, but they do start serving breakfast at 5am.  So we had no problem fueling up before our 6.15 am departure from the hotel.  We rode out into a drizzle, which eased by the time we reached the ferry.

We got to the start outside the Haad Kaew Resort just as it started drizzling again.  The rain got steadily heavier and heavier.  By the time we were 30 km / 20 mi into the ride it was pouring.  So much for wearing sandals the day before to keep our shoes dry.

We rode in the rain for the first third of the ride, which took us north along the coast before turning inland and then back south.   Highway 408  is excellent for cycling.  The road surface is amazingly smooth.  Not a bump or a pothole to be found.  Despite the heavy rain there was rarely any standing water on that road.

The rural road inland is another story.  There are lots of bumps and potholes.  The rain made riding quite tricky because standing water often hid holes in the road surface.  Keat hit a pothole and has seven stitches in his elbow to show for it.  He won the hard man award for cycling some 90 km / 56 mi with a gashed elbow, a scraped knee and a bruised hip.

Samila Century 2013 Route

Keat’s mishap aside, we were all glad that it rained.  The rain kept us cool.  By the time we made our first stop at the halfway point the rain had ceased however, and the sun was peeking through the clouds.

Mark and Chris are all smiles here.  The heat and the headwind in the final kilometers wiped those smiles off their faces.

Samila Century 2013 Rest Stop

We made a stop at a 7-11 in Khuang Niang.  Keat caught up with us there, which is when we learned of his accident.  Marvin had stopped early on for what we thought was a loose quick release skewer.  He actually had a flat.  It took him a long time in the pouring rain to replace the tube.  We didn’t see him again until the finish.

I bought chocolate milk and chocolate chip cookies.  The others bought food and drink also.  While we were standing outside the 7-11 consuming our purchases a procession came by.  My guess is that it was a wedding procession because of these money trees in their gold pots.

Samila Century 2013 Money Trees

Not long after the stop at Khuang Niang we turned left onto Highway 43.  The road surface improved markedly.  More importantly there was a wide shoulder to ride on so we could stay as far as possible from the speeding cars, lorries and buses.  It helped that the highway was arrow-straight for a good 20 km / 12 mi.

We made a final stop at a petrol station just after the right turn off Highway 43 and onto Lopbun Ramesuan Road.  We needed a rest room.  While we were there we took advantage of a water hose to rinse the sweat off our faces, to soak our hair and jerseys in an effort to cool down, and to wash the sand and mud off our bikes.

The highlight of the ride for Mark and I came a few kilometers after we made the left turn back onto Highway 408.  There was quite a strong headwind as we rode over the first part of the Tinsulanonda Bridge.  We had our heads down, pushing against the wind as we rode past Wat Pranon Laem Pho.  So we didn’t fully appreciate the large reclining Buddha that the temple is famous for.

About halfway across Ko Yo Island something like this rolled past us.

Samila Century 2013 Low Loader

Mark and I had drafted a lorry once before.  What a blast that had been!  This was too good an opportunity to pass up.  Especially given the headwind we were battling.

We swung to the right and accelerated into the still air about 1 meter / 3 feet behind the lorry.  For the next 5.5 km / 3.4 mi we averaged 54 kph / 33.5 mph.  As we came off the second part of the Tinsulanonda Bridge and onto the mainland we were exceeding 64 kph / 40 mph.  What a treat to run out of gears on the high end of the cassette for once.

Sadly this low-loader wasn’t going all the way to the Haad Kaew Resort.  We waved our thanks to the driver as he honked and turned to the right.  Then our normal cycling speeds were resumed for the last 7 km / 4 mi to the finish at the beachside resort.

Samila Century 2013 Haad Kaew

I had expected to wait for the rest of the KESAS Kruisers and then ride back to our hotel.  Instead Mark and I were ushered into an air-conditioned hall for a sit-down lunch.  Thai green curry, stir-fried vegetables, spicy tofu, chicken in soya sauce.  All good, and all much appreciated.

Before long our group was together again.  As we ate we were were entertained by a singer, and a group of Thai traditional dancers.  That was followed by a lucky draw.  We all had our numbers in our hands and hope in our hearts, but none of us left with a prize.

We did have a certificate and a finisher’s medal to show for our efforts.

Samila Century 2013 Certificate and Medal

And memories of a wonderful trip with a first-class group of friends, and a very well-organized ride.  I think we will be back in 2014.

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

Photograph courtesy of Marco Lai

My Name is alchemyrider and I am a Bikeaholic

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Rain has returned to Kuala Lumpur with a vengeance.  The Tuesday KESAS ride was called off because of it.  We managed to squeeze a make-up ride between downpours on Wednesday night.  We did get caught in a sprinkle, but escaped getting soaked.  The  Thursday night KESAS ride was cancelled.  The inaugural VUBC Setia Alam evening ride on Friday night was washed out.

My bottles were in the fridge.  My bike light was charged.  My tires were up to pressure.  My cycling kit was ready.  Since Thursday.  I was suffering withdrawal symptoms.  That is the only explanation for the number of cookies I have eaten over the past few days.

I was looking forward to a ride this morning.  None of my buddies could ride today, so I could choose the route.  It has been a while since I have pedaled up to Genting Sempah, so at 6am I pointed the car north toward Gombak.

The roads were damp from the previous night’s rain.  I didn’t know it when I left home, but the roads were about to get a lot wetter.  Here is this morning’s weather map for peninsular Malaysia.  Dark blue = heavy rain.

KL Weather

10km / 6mi into my drive the skies opened.  It was immediately clear that if I did the Genting Sempah ride it would be in a deluge.  I don’t mind getting caught in the rain, but I am averse to starting a ride in the wet.  “Hard-core” must not be in my genetic makeup.

What were my options?  I could give the Batu 18 to Genting Perez route a try.  But that was also to the north of Kuala Lumpur.  And probably just as wet.

I could go home, eat more cookies and go back to bed.

Or I could head south-west toward Bukit Jelutong and see if it was dry there.  I may not be a hard-core cyclist, but I do like my bike rides.  A lot.  So I did a u-turn and headed back the way I came along the DUKE Highway and then on the North Klang Valley Expressway towards Shah Alam.

Drive to Ride

After 50km / 31mi of driving I was at D’Bayu in Bukit Jelutong.  The skies looked threatening but it wasn’t raining.  So I took a chance and rolled out of the car park and down the hill toward the Guthrie Corridor Expressway.

Tomorrow’s ride will be along the same expressway.  So for some variety I turned left at the first intersection onto Jalan Batu Arang.  Jalan Batu Arang is nicknamed Dragon’s Back.  The ride profile tells you why.

Dragon's Back Profile

It isn’t Genting Sempah, but it does have more climbing than the Guthrie expressway.  Especially if you do an out-and-back ride.

Dragon's Back

Driving all the way to Bukit Jelutong turned out to be a good call.  I was able to scratch my cycling itch.  It drizzled a little bit as I got onto the first climb on Jalan Batu Arang.  The clouds quickly blew over though, and I rode in sunshine after that.

I was the only cyclist on the road.  Perhaps everyone else had more sense than to be on a bicycle at 7am.  A big plus about being out that early was I didn’t have much traffic for company, at least on the outward leg.  Once the hills were out of the way I got to the Jalan Meru Tambahan intersection, where on previous rides we have turned right.  This time I kept going.  The road changes its name to Persiaran Puncak Alam 6, and comes to an end in Bandar Puncak Alam.  Exactly 25km / 15.5mi from the start.

I hit my top speeds for the day on the way to Puncak Alam.  Which meant I had some long uphill slopes on the way back to Bukit Jelutong.  I certainly got to do some climbing this morning.  In relatively cool conditions too.  I was back at my car at 8.40am.  Well before the day really heated up.

Drive 50 km / 31mi one way to ride 52.7km / 32.7mi.  Sounds reasonable to me!


We got caught in a proper storm on the Guthrie Corridor Expressway this morning.  The monsoons must be here.


Let’s Get Wild Ride

These pre-dawn starts to bike rides are getting to be a habit.  The latest Dave Ern-organised ride was scheduled to start from Bandar Sri Sendayan.  About 70km from home.  At 7.30 am.  Chon, Chris, Mark, Marvin, Shahfiq and I were among the thirty five or so bleary-eyed souls who convoyed to the Sendayan Galleria for the start of the “Let’s Get Wild Ride.”

Photo courtesy of Dave Ern

Photo courtesy of Dave Ern

This ride would take us to Raptor Watch 2013 in Tanjung Tuan, Port Dickson.  Regular readers of my blog will recall that Dickson is apparently one of a number of Scotsmen who have given their names to places in Malaysia.

For the last fourteen years the Malaysian Nature Society has organised a Raptor Watch event around the migration of birds of prey like the Oriental Honey-buzzard , Black Baza, Chinese Goshawk and Japanese Sparrowhawk.  These hunting birds migrate north between mid-February and mid-April to their breeding grounds in Mongolia, China, Russia, Siberia, the Korean Peninsula and Japan after a taking refuge from the harsh winter in the south.

Tanjung Tuan is the nearest landfall across the Straits of Malacca from Pulau Rupat in Sumatra, Indonesia.   The birds have to traverse just 10 nautical miles / 18.5 km of open water to catch the thermals at Tanjung Tuan to help them on their way back to their habitats in the northern hemisphere.  If the weather is right it is not unusual to see a hundred or more raptors swirling overhead in the updrafts.

The usual mix of road bikes, mountain bikes, folding bikes were joined by a tandem-like bike ridden by Dave Ern with his young daughter on a tag-along.

Photo courtesy of Ann Daim

Photo courtesy of Ann Daim

Our 40 km or so route to Tanjung Tuan along the old trunk road took us southward through rolling countryside and under the Seremban – Port Dickson Highway.  This highway  now carries the bulk of traffic between Seremban and Port Dickson.  We then went south-west, under the highway once more and through the town of Lukut to Port Dickson, or PD as it is commonly called.  From there is was about 15 km to Tanjung Tuan.

Tanjung Tuan Route

It was relatively cool when we started riding.  So we were presentable enough to be photographed.  This is Marvin and I.

Photo courtesy of Ann Daim

Photo courtesy of Ann Daim

We were less presentable by the time we got to Tanjung Tuan.  The sun had come out at it had warmed up considerably.  It was definitely arm-cooler and Sweat Gutr conditions.

Migrating raptors not withstanding, Tanjung Tuan, or Cape Rachado as it was once known, is perhaps best known for it’s lighthouse.  Local folklore states there has been a lighthouse at that location since the Portuguese colonization of Malacca in the sixteenth century.

There is a paved path from the entrance to the Tanjung Tuan Recreational Forest up to the base of the steps leading to the lighthouse.  It is a stiff climb on a bike. 75 meters / 250 feet of elevation in 900 meters / 3,000 feet of path.  We all needed a bit of a rest before we tramped up the steps to the lighthouse.

Tanjung Tuan Lighthouse 05

Photo courtesy of the Malaysian Nature Society at

The area inside the balustrade is not normally open to the public.  However the keepers of the lighthouse agreed to open the area to the public for this weekend.  So we joined everyone else on the courtyard facing the sea, hoping to spot a raptor or two.  It had rained the day before, which kept the birds away.  It has to be a hot day to generate the thermal updrafts that the raptors depend upon.  It was certainly hot when we were there.  We were perhaps a bit too early though.  All we saw were a pair of native White-Bellied Sea Eagles.

It had been some time since I was last in PD.  I lived in the Sunggala army camp in PD for a couple of years from when I was seven.  My memories include the barber who arrived at our home on a bicycle, the neighbors who had one of the few televisions in the camp, the friend of my mother who would visit bearing a packet of ginger biscuits for a sweet-toothed little boy, the Officers’ Mess where my parents played tennis in the evenings and then watched Shindig on perhaps the only other television in the camp, and of course the long stretches of almost empty beach.

When I was nine or ten we moved to KL.  PD became a regular weekend destination.  The Sri Rusa Inn was a favorite spot.  We also spent a lot of time at the Port Dickson Yacht Club, especially after my father acquired a speed boat.  We would often fortify ourselves for the drive home with excellent Cantonese style fried noodles from a stall along the seafront in town.

Things are a little different today.  The army camp must be at least four times the size it was when I lived there.  It even houses an Army Museum.  The Si Rusa Inn is sadly derelict.  The Yacht Club has a Royal designation.  And much of the beach frontage is built-up.  Unfortunately the hotel and resort boom of the 1990s was curtailed by the Asian Financial crisis.  So amongst the resorts, hotels, villas and bungalows are many unfinished and abandoned projects.

I had to be back at my car by about 2pm.  The other five were happy to head back before the day got really hot.  Before we got going again we replenished our potassium reserves with coconut water.  As fresh as can be, straight out of a green coconut that had been opened to order.  The stall also sold cold canned drinks.  My bidons were almost empty so I topped them up with two cans of 100 Plus.

We made our way down from the lighthouse at about 11am.  Lunch somewhere in PD was the plan.  We made a photo stop about half way between Tanjung Tuan and PD town.  The road runs along a rise right alongside the beach at that point, so nothing has been built on the beach side of the road.  Which preserves views of the beach and the sea that I remember from many years ago.



Shahfiq, Chris, Mark and Marvin.  Chon was behind me taking photographs of the views


We rode into town in the vicinity of the noodle stall that I remember so fondly.  Except the area is now covered with rows of shops and restaurants.  Including the McDonalds that we patronized.  Obviously ‘fast,’ ‘predictable.’ and ‘air-conditioned’ were qualities that appealed to us.  The restaurant was surprisingly crowded.  It turned out that the locals knew something that we didn’t.


It wasn’t yet noon when we got to the counter.  Our server told us we would have to wait a few minutes before she would take our order.  Something about a special offer.  Promptly at noon the menu boards were flipped to reveal all.  25% off double cheeseburger meals!

It was 12.45 pm and broiling when we left McDonalds.  We had been smart to take advantage of the free refills to recharge our bidons.  In no time I was sweating buckets and dipping into my bottles.  To the relief of all, it started to rain.  Patchy at first, but pretty heavily for the last 7 km.  We all got soaked to the skin but were thankful for the respitefrom the heat the rain provided.  The final 15 km of rolling hills were challenging despite the cooling rain.  That final section might have been just a bit too wild in the full heat of the day.

R R Go Away, Come Again Another Day

The weather had looked threatening all afternoon.  The heavens finally opened in spectacular fashion at 6.30pm.  Thunder, lightning, and lots of water.  This was the view from our hotel room at 7.00pm.  Droplets still running down the window, but the main show was over.

Emails about the weather were a common feature of ride days in Houston.  A number of online weather sites were consulted.  Screen shots of radar images went out.  Six Thirty riders looked out of their office windows and reported about the state of the roads along the ride route.  If the roads were going to be wet at 6.30pm the ride would be canceled.  The Six Thirty group never rode in the wet if it could be avoided.  I remember just one occasion where we got caught in a deluge about halfway through the ride.  Somewhere in the vicinity of the old Masonic Lodge on the corner of Brompton Road and North Braeswood Boulevard.  Whatever the weather there was one constant.  The words “rain” and “wind” were never used.  It was always just R and W.  One of those cyclists’ superstitions.  Which I will disregard for the rest of this post.

The weather featured large in Den Haag too.  Saturday morning Not Possibles rides and all other rides were preceded by a look at various weather forecasts.  The concern was less about the rain though.  It rains much less in Den Haag – 25 cm / 10 in annually than in Houston at 122 cm / 48 in per year.  Plus everyone in the Netherlands seems to be very comfortable with riding in the wet.  We often rode on wet bike paths and in the rain.  A waterproof jacket and SKS Raceblade Long fenders were essential items.

For The Not Possibles it was more about the direction of the wind.  The average windspeed in Den Haag is 28.6 kph / 17.8 mph compared to 13.3 kph / 8.3 mph in Houston.  The decision to be made prior to the start of every ride was which way to head out so that there would be a tail wind on the return leg.  The wind in Den Haag is a fickle beast though.  We had many rides where the wind seemed to be in our faces no matter which heading we were on.  On some particularly windy days we chose to sail along with the wind, spinning at an effortless 50 kph for an hour or more.  Then we would ride the train back home.

The amount of rain in Kuala Lumpur is double that in Houston.  We get 240 cm / 94.5 in a year here.  This evening’s downpour dumped a significant amount of water onto the streets.  Enough water for Albert K to call at 7.15pm to say that the Racun Cycling Gang evening ride had been called off.  The fall during last week’s ride is still fresh in the memory.  That no doubt contributed to the decision to cancel this evening.  I shall have to get used to the R getting in the way of riding here.