US AGAIN.
We didnt manage to play any bowling as it was super packed. Clever Us only remembered about the food so we didnt pre-booked the lanes. They all ended up going home while Sarah an I had our 30 mins of catch-up.
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So on Saturday, after my attachment, Darlz and I headed down to the Bike shop. We settled some stuff and headed to Marina Square. We had our late lunch and played our DS while waiting for Ayim and Rye.
THEN we braved the crowd at the IT fair. Super packed.
Rye was stepped on by a kid on her last toe while I had to tackle my own obstacles by those huge bags. Yet, we manage to have fun amidst the chaos.
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On Sunday, we had our chill-outs at Nyams.
The usual suspects consisting of Yan & Baya, Ahmad & Cass.
On my trip down, I was effing pissed with this MAT who was riding a Gilera. I bet the pillion was his GF. He was tailing me and his actions were sooo "I wanna race with you. Are you up for it?" Im quite used to this kinda actions esp when Darlz is not riding with me. Usually, I let it pass. But I just couldnt with this Mat. Whenever I change lane, he follow suit. When I purposely fall behind, he will slow down till we met again. When I accelerate, he does the same and looks at me when he manages to catch up. He did that all the way from Pasir Ris to Eunos that I was so pissed. I just had to give it to him. Said a little prayer and zoomed all the way to Thomson. I lost sight of him. My objective to shake him off NOT TO RACE was met.
Firstly, what do you gain when you race? There is NO ending line to begin with. Therefore the objective of a race can never be met.
Secondly, riding a bike by itself is already dangerous enough. We do not have anything to protect us other than the clothes on our body, the helmet on our head and the gloves(if any) on our hand. No seatbelts, no airbags, no metal around us(like cars).
Thirdly, we are the smallest vehicle on the road. Instead of showing 'terror' why cant we be a society that helps one another?
Ive had my share of meeting notorious riders.
I had even met a group of bikers surrounding me at the traffic light. They were so close to me, that the pillion even pretended to kick my bike. This was all in the clear view of my sister who I wanted to fetch after I pass that light.
On the other hand, Ive also met others who seem to be my guardian angels. Some who horned at cars who was oblivious to our presence at traffic jams.
1 that I can remember, a man in Red suit riding a Red Ducati on the ECP who gave me a thumbs up before passing me. I was wearing my Red Jacket on my Red Bike too.
And of course, Darlz and his friends who never fails to protect me when Im riding my own.
Theres too many accidents, too many lives lost. Isnt life worth more than a race?
Race with someone you barely know, race with your friend for the fun of it, race with time-when you are late.
Ponder about it. Spread it.
Toodles.