I went out for a ride today. And I broke my pedal. Chris is my hero though. I called to see if he had anything in the car that I could use. He didn't so I was going to turn back after only riding for 30 minutes. I was disappoint, but what could I do. He insisted that I call around and see if I could locate something. He would use his lunch bread to pick it up and bring it to me. Racer had something I could borrow. I dropped off the trail a bit, removed the broken pedal. He threw the new one on and I was ready to go again. Thanks Chris and Racer!
A broken spring
Batu Ferringhi Beach (Penang, Malaysia)
Batu Ferringhi means Foreigner Rock
I came home to this. At least I can enjoy it, although I probably should not breath too deep.
So November is gone with its preparing to travel, traveling, and catching up from travels I don't feel like I have done much. Hopefully December will treat me better and then I can start getting serious again in January.