Just when things were going good. . .
So, the three shops in Malaysia are doing good. There's been some dropoff, a lot to do with the economy here and also Malaysia just isnít a pizza culture. Sure we have a nice core of regular customers, but many people come here for special occasions. We are one of Kuala Lumpur's most popular birthday destinations.
Delivery has been growing really well. We use in-house delivery guys and recently started using an online service. They have a huge audience base but they arenít cheap and their service is subpar. We are already converting their customers into ours (and not violating any TOS).
Since the beginning of this year Iíve been working on my own project. Itís not for Malaysia and will be launched in late 2017. The centerpiece is a coal-fired oven. I designed a prototype, had it built, didnít like it. Demolished the firebox and got it going. Made some more adjustments and achieved the same type of heat I was getting from my renovated Parisi oven on Spring Street. Made some pies, had people over, moving in the right direction. After a couple weeks of fooling around I decided to get serious. My cousin came over from Jersey to learn the business. I set up logs for dough formulas and oven production. Everything precise, .10 of a gram, etc.
First bake using two different sets of dough on Friday at 10am. The day before I made an instructional video of the inside of the oven. The next step was to document the firing of the oven, something that took me a month to learn and was a 3 hour process that I now could get to temp in about 90 minutes.
I had everything ready but the newspaper for the chimney starters was wet. I told Chris (my cousin) I was running up to 7-11, get the newspaper and pick up breakfast. Back by 8:30am and well light it up. Have the camera ready.
The 7-11 was about a mile away, right next to a McDonaldís . Picked up breakfast, bought two papers and placed them in the basket on my motorbike. Beautiful clear day, not too hot yet. Got on the main road, four lanes in each direction divided by a double yellow line. I waited for the green and clicked through the four gears getting to 40mph. The next sequence probably took one second. A car coming in the opposite direction didnít see me and tried to make a U-turn. I thought go right, but he stopped, then I went left and hit the front driverís side without braking. I was wearing a helmet, t shirt, shorts and slip-on Sketchers.
Fully air born and deathly silent, I just let it all be. After I hit the pavement and eventually stopped rolling, I made my checklist. Am I dead? No. Can I move my legs? Yes. I knew everything else would be manageable.
Not to say pleasant . When the ER physician says your fibula is fractured without taking an x-ray because she can see the bone, you know things are bad. And thatís the least damaged leg.
Hopefully the one surgery is enough and Iíve slowly started rehabbing. Iíll be back.
I only took a couple pics of pies and they arenít great shots or pies but itís all I have for now.
Carpe diem people. You never know whatís around the corner!