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September 11, 2002 Wednesday

First Day of school

Took half the day off to see my youngest daughter on her first day of school. Time flies. She was just a baby yesterday. But it's all good. She had that wary-but-excited look about this rite of passage - from small girl to big girl.

This also marks the first anniversary of the World Trade Center collapse. The school commemorated the event with a mass gathering at the gym where the principal tried her best to make sense to 4 year olds (and bigger girls) of what this all means.

Errands

With time to spare, I went to renew my driver's license and enroll at my French language course for the 2nd level at Alliance Française. Coincidentally, I also enrolled on the resumption of the Ashtanga yoga classes. It's great to have Kiran (the class instructor) back after a 2-month absence.

Coffee with Judy

Coffee is best taken with good company. That's what I got when I went to Timothy's with Judy for a quick coffee chat. It's amazing what you can cover in 10 minutes. Certainly a lot better than a cordial corridor "Hello".

Broken Fork

Brian Spargo of Sporting Life took a look at my fork and said it needed replacement parts he couldn't get by Saturday. With my Durham Durango race this Sunday, I had no choice but to buy a new fork. The cheapest one they had was a $500 Duke cross country fork. At a time when I'm flat-busted-broke, it's ouch! in a very major way. But it's bitter medicine that needs to be taken. It's utterly foolish to race with bottomed-out fork. At least confidence will be high on Sunday.

Although I've only spoken with Brian on the phone, he exudes this vibe of being happy doing what he's doing, and takes pride in the quality of his work. I wouldn't be surprised if he can dis-assemble a fork blind-folded and put it back in the same way a soldier can do the same with his gun. I'd certainly look for him to work on my bike next time I need a first-rate bike mechanic.

I rode this baby home from Eglinton to Steeles to get acclimatized to its new handling. One word: wicked! It's all business and ready for the Sunday's Durham Durango.

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