When in Oz over Christmas we had a look into some items we had in storage from before we moved to Malaysia, and then the US, to see if there was anything we needed to get rid of. Much of the stuff we found absolutely did: one shopping bag full of approximately 30 pairs of socks (!!!), but a few things escaped the cull. For instance, this 1994 Marin Bobcat Trail mountain bike. ChroMo frame and fork, 26” wheels, 3×7 speed Shimano drivetrain (rust free!), Avid v-brakes, original Vee Rubber tyres, plus the largest, cushiest saddle on the planet.
Found this bookmark digging around at the parent’s place, from the TS (Theosophical Society) Bookshop in Melbourne. Circa a long time ago, but poignant today as ever.
Dear all my friends in Texas, I was hoping my birthday would fly under the radar. When the scoop of birthday ice-cream came out after dinner last Friday night I was very appreciative. At dinner on Saturday night when y’all arrived wearing “bart-themed” t-shirts, I felt humbled that everyone would go to the effort. I was not expecting that and blindsided (and suitably embarrassed) by the gesture. Then, of course, I was presented with your generous gift of some Hamilton shirts.