In the aftermath of Aiste's 2nd birthday party, which I think we'll be discovering the debris of for months to come... here's something about my birthday and me in general.
Back before I spent most of my time distracted by two small (but rapidly growing) reproductions of myself and Lina... I mostly spent most of my time distracted by bikes. To be honest, I do still spend quite a lot of time distracted by bikes. So, in my 42nd year of life I was amused to find out I was ranked 42 in our district in my BMX racing class. The fact I have a BMX race ranking for the first time at the age of 42 is perhaps even more amusing in itself, but let's not get into that.
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| It's like "Where's Waldo", but not so much fun |
Since bikes are so important, I decided to attempt to keep myself relevant this year and sell one of my "old" bikes and buy a new one. After a great deal of time wasted on the internet investigating fashion-bikes, I essentially bought the new version of what I had before. This one was made by someone in Taiwan instead of Chris Dekerf in Richmond, and whilst I will never know the name of the person in Taiwan who put this frame together, I can say that they did it very nicely - thank you whoever you are. Over Thanksgiving, Jacek commented that this bicycle looks very long at the front and very short at the back. I think that pretty much sums up everything important about it, other than that it's yellow.
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| A yellow bike. It's like an orange bike, but more zesty. |
My actual 42nd anniversary of life happened on Amami Island (refer to previous blog post), and notably involved catching the best wave I caught of the trip, on a deserted beach, at sunset. So that was good. It also involved a party at some kind of holiday camp with an alarmingly steep driveway. It was all quite unexpected and excellent.
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| Pesky kid getting in on my birthday action |
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| I was told that's my name... but I should probably confirm that. |
I'm no numerologist... but when I showed up to my first cyclocross race of the season, can you imagine what I would not have expected my (randomly-assigned) race number to be? Yes, it was 42. Clearly, evidence of a mystical alignment of forces beyond our comprehension (probably mice).
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| Not evidence since you can't seem my number, but you can see that I enjoyed this pile of sand. |
In summary, I'm 42, my race number is 42, and perhaps it's all to do with mice. I have a couple of 'cross races left this year, and I'm going to ask if they have 42 left in the box... just in case.
