Biking History

This shit is pretty nostalgic shit for me, not really for you people, so it's not really advised to read it. But you might want to skip this to find my four videos where I threw marcus' and friends into the sea.... haha.

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It started with a small two wheeler. With two assisting mini-wheels at the back.

A new one came in for the old one, and my current bicycle became a BMX. I once travelled in it from Hillview Avenue (The equivalent of MINDEF's location) to the heart of Bukit Batok to buy some action cards. I received the hair dryer treatment from my Mum for that. I was 10 then.

I finally got my Mountain bike when I was Secondary 3. It came from my father's friend, who got a phobia after meeting an accident on the road, riding his Suzuki.

It had some kind of a support at the back wheel, and my father suggested to install a compartment at the back. Great idea! Now I can store my stuff at the back, instead of the filmsy basket at the front.

That bicycle became my current mode of transport from my new home in CCK to... yeah, CCKSS, my secondary school. The public transport fee of $1.00++ (and sometimes, $5) soon became $0.

I did quite a number of stunts with it, inspired by my friends, Xie Zheng and Kai Jing. Xie Zheng had a bunch of BMX Biker friends, whom always did stunts along my workplace. Kai Jing? He just had a passion for cycling on uneven and hilly roads. Lim Chu Kang was his haunt. Mountain Bicycle stunts was a passion for him, and I tried to learn some of the stunts from him. Bunny Hops were impossible; I was too heavy. But there was a glimmer of hope in do the Wheelie, although it's a half fuck one. Luckily there was the compartment at the back of the bike, which gave me a good way to counter the intricate the balance needed to make this move.

That bike went through thick and thin with me, breaking a handlebar along the way, and a few punctured tyres. It finally croaked its last, when the ball bearings at the axles of the back and front wheel dropped off one by one. I just started my tertiary education.

Sorrow and need for a new set of wheels, as well at envy of my father's brand new silver suspension bike, died off, when I got a new bicycle from my dad. Apparently, he got it from signing on a new deal with Starhub.

"Ai yoh, Starhub give this bike for what, only 99 bucks at Carrefour. Should have given me some better deal," my father said then.

Once again I found a reason to cycle. Although it was seemingly limited to trips to the MRT Station, before I go to school.

I did a bit of long distance cycling with it though:

The first was a trip to Bishan Park. I wanted to find a way to strengthen my muscles surrounding my knee. Travelled to Sungei Kadut Industrial Estate, got out of it to Woodlands Road, and entered Mandai Road and Mandai Ave from there.

The road was long, especially along the Mandai Road stretch, but the scenary from one spot was fantastic. At Mandai Ave, the Landscape View of Upper Seletar Reservoir was captivating... for a while.

And I reached Bishan Park from Upper Thomson Road, to Ang Mo Kio Ave 1. I got rebuked for travelling so far, especially since my knee ligament wasn't exactly reconstructed.

The route was pretty much the same, except that it is in the night time. No lights at all, no reflective material on my bike and me, and I'm wearing dark clothing.

The perfect unknown target for lorries and trucks to ram me.

Luckily nothing happened.

The next long distance ride was a one way trip to my Camp. The purpose of the trip was to utilise the bicycle more in camp, and an on the way trip to send my camp mates two packets of Fried Hokkien Prawn Mee.

The road is fucking tiring, especially with the uphill/downhill bends to Lim Chu Kang Road. Lim Chu Kang Road was a really long and boring road, with 8 lanes, graves on the left, and camps on the right. Songs from my phone entertained me all the way, and I reached the camp in one piece.

The bicycle was useful, especially for to-and-fro errands from my company line to another unit in camp. But unfortunately the ball bearing problems came again. Apparently my campmate was on my bike and crashed my rear wheel against the ramp of the Multi-Storey-Car-Park.

No mood to take care of it, spare parts were taken out, tyre tubes and such, and it was scrapped.

I never had a bicycle to cycle on for a year plus. Until I got a new one now.