It’s not been a bad couple of weeks for biking. The first, 2 weeks ago with a couple of mates to Sak aeo. And after a 3 night break in Hong Kong, another 2 day trip to Huay Kok Moo (Seung Pueng) onto Kanchanaburi and around Suphan Buri.
We’d arranged our usual meeting point around Rama 5, but the heavens opened and disrupted our 5am start so we knocked it back a bit. After a few calls, text and a weather report, we decided to meet at 9:15, our usual meeting point that we’ve frequented, or so I though!
Being the tardy person I am, I arrived at 9am just in case my colleague also arrived early. The rain had cleared and the sweltering sun had already broken through. I glanced at my phone - 20 past as I removed my jacket, helmet and gloves while looking for a nearby shop for some water. Nup, nothing around other than ‘The Walk’, a local shopping center. “Ain’t going in there” I thought. Stinking of vanilla as the sweat pisses down me. Apparently, some women like that particular natural smell on men. Much better than that sweaty urine smell as I whiffed myself under the neck of my shirt!
I check the time on the phone just as it rang at 9:30 am. I’m about 100 meter past the roundabout where we normally meet, my mate said. Huh! Can’t be I’m already here. Maybe you have ridden past me. Hang on, I’ll ride down. So I ride about 1 km and he’s nowhere to be seen. So I give him a call and ask if there is anything that stand out such as the mass of DIY stores near our meeting point. No, can’t see anything but I am literally 100 meters or so where we meet just past the roundabout. Are you sure you’re not on the opposite side? No. he replies. OK. I’ll ride down a little further. 4km later and at the junction we need to leave he is nowhere to be seen. OK mate, best we meet at the junction as we need to go this way. Wherever you are, head to Phra Pin Klao junction, I am there.
10 minutes later. I am here, sorry mate, I was in the wrong place. I pulled off before the roundabout, not after it. WTF!
We’d arranged our usual meeting point around Rama 5, but the heavens opened and disrupted our 5am start so we knocked it back a bit. After a few calls, text and a weather report, we decided to meet at 9:15, our usual meeting point that we’ve frequented, or so I though!
Being the tardy person I am, I arrived at 9am just in case my colleague also arrived early. The rain had cleared and the sweltering sun had already broken through. I glanced at my phone - 20 past as I removed my jacket, helmet and gloves while looking for a nearby shop for some water. Nup, nothing around other than ‘The Walk’, a local shopping center. “Ain’t going in there” I thought. Stinking of vanilla as the sweat pisses down me. Apparently, some women like that particular natural smell on men. Much better than that sweaty urine smell as I whiffed myself under the neck of my shirt!
I check the time on the phone just as it rang at 9:30 am. I’m about 100 meter past the roundabout where we normally meet, my mate said. Huh! Can’t be I’m already here. Maybe you have ridden past me. Hang on, I’ll ride down. So I ride about 1 km and he’s nowhere to be seen. So I give him a call and ask if there is anything that stand out such as the mass of DIY stores near our meeting point. No, can’t see anything but I am literally 100 meters or so where we meet just past the roundabout. Are you sure you’re not on the opposite side? No. he replies. OK. I’ll ride down a little further. 4km later and at the junction we need to leave he is nowhere to be seen. OK mate, best we meet at the junction as we need to go this way. Wherever you are, head to Phra Pin Klao junction, I am there.
10 minutes later. I am here, sorry mate, I was in the wrong place. I pulled off before the roundabout, not after it. WTF!
