“Bikeman I presume?”. We’d be in touch by e-mail. Worked at the imaginatively titled “Flying Ball Bicycle Company” in central Hong Kong. Best stocked cycle shop since Germany. But, unfortunately, geared more to the road racing market than touring. Still able to provide a few items I was after, just not as much as I’d hoped for.
He’d not the beard I’d imagined. But an intriguing individual nevertheless. Born a Brit but, by his own admission, he’d been here so long he was now thoroughly “Asianised”. Keen triathalete. Bright pink kit. But still no idea what his real name was. Didn’t really matter. “Bikeman” seemed far more apt.
