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| Birthday dinner for Aidie with the Coxs - sadly Dil and CC back in London Ange and Tracy the eyes-closed queens |
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| The four of us |
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| And then the next morning at 6.20am - doing the Ev station for school run for the last time ever. Three more days of class - Ange doing the other two. |
I think we are all somewhat entranced by the growing success of Bambalam - such a cool expression of Jordan's arty entrepreneurialism and energy. Action in the parking lot outside 89. Also cool because they are the last pics I took of Aiden as a teenager.
I think I'm past my sevens best, man ... the toll ... so I go for a well behaved Saturday and leave the Friday and Sunday to the party people, who in this instance include the nextgen.
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| Evan going for the Top-Gun thing, loved the smile and dodgy salute. |
The pic below needs some explaining. At some point upon arriving at the stadium, Aiden discovered, and then declared that his Jail Bird outfit had an unfortunate camel-toe appearance - and particularly risque for correctional services inhabitants. So he announces this as I've corralled them into a lineup (perpwalk?), Jordan bends forward to inspect, Mikey Schats takes his word for it, and Ev has a glance... and then the lovely laughter meltdown pic below. I think they all had a massive jol.
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| The old bullets in the box... lordy |
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| Jordan kicking back in Bambalam denim. |
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| On the way home, Jordan rescued (clearly all of us rescued) by a quick reacting retrieval of a watertight plastic bag from my rucksack (for wet cozzies)... taxi voms... pretty standard Sevens fare. |
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| Quality taxi driver, stopped at the bins for the offending package to be disposed of. |
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| The aftermath... couch-time. Evan got home 30 minutes before us, and went straight to bed. Aiden had missed the night before, entirely, and was trying to disentangle an escape. Lordy once a year is plenty. |
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| What an absolute delight - a week of people, close and missed... |
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| It was Simon's sixtieth, and part of the delightful surprise for him was having all of the Cox darlings home - the soon to be entirely UK crew returned. |
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| ... Courtney too, missing from the above |
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| And then the days that followed, launching into Thai at May's in Sai Kung |
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| Dil and Jordan with Daisy - now 91 in human years Jordan tells me. |
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| Mist blowing morning followed by a week of the same, fortunately coinciding with one of those 6am to 10pm weeks - now blow away! |
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| (This a quick update - turns out the fiddling wasn't over, took the decals off) On the 28th of Jan all the fiddling was over. It's so utterly cool, and DELIGHTFUL to ride, BlueToo. Completely analogue, zero internal routing, zero hydraulics, zero electronics; all cable mechanical, a touring weapon that can be maintained and repaired anywhere with two Allen keys and a spare cable, but which can still hold its own on dirt roads with gravel bikes, and on tar with road bikes for a weekday run. Aside from the obvious, it is all carbon, titanium, and a smattering of stainless steel, running high volume tubeless. It's completely bike-porn. Stadium level cheering. |
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| Ev helped me wrap the bars and then hopped on to check out his handiwork. |
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| I'm hoping for a circumnavigation of Taiwan in September or October, and I'm hoping he'll come along. |
