Bike Ride
I don’t believe this but JG has managed to convince me to take a ride on his bike tonight instead of his car. It’s another new bike. Knowing him, it ain’t gonna be a chopper or vespar. I am mostly spontaneous, but *gulp* riding on Speed Demon’s Speed Mobile… I will continue this blog entry when I get home later tonight! IF I do get home in one piece! J/k! I would never hop onto anyone’s bike just for the fun and thrill of it.
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It’s 1240 a.m. I am home in one happy piece! It’s a Speed Mobile alright.
Before JG could move a car length in the carpark, I screamed when his BMW K1200S was in motion. Oh let me back up a little. Before I got onto the bike, I had to learn how to wear the helmet. Because the helmet was soooo supertight, I had to learn the correct technique! Didn’t like it very much; felt claustrophobic and had tunnel vision. Besides it messed up my hair majorly! In anycase could hardly get my head into it, and when I did, my cheeks were squashed foooorward! I won’t want to look into the mirror! Was alternating between shrieking and laughing! Oh and my heels got caught on the footrest when I dismounted each and every single time! My head got stuck in the helmet because my earrings (yeah yeah I had to wear those blingblings!) were caught in it and pulling it off my head only yanked my ears off! And I think I nearly suffocated with the visor over my face! I had to learn how to lift it without strangling myself! Had such a good laugh tonight over my inaugural ride in years!
For my sake, JG was travelling at 40 km/h. Poor bike, could hear it clucking away because he wasn’t working the engine. My right knuckles turned white from holding the handle too tightly. My left hand was aching from squeezing his shoulder too tightly, and his shoulder and arm got tight from the pressure hahaha!. My back was aching from sitting too ramrod straight. I was a little cross-eyed initially as I was hiding behind him with his helmet as the only object in my field of vision. I was hunched so low you won’t think I have a body! Was trying to hide from the wind! The hair on my hand is still feeling the wind and tickling my skin. He went so fast I felt as if I was going to be picked up by the wind. I also provided sound effect when he braked too soon. He said it wasn’t necessary hahaha!
We clocked 100 km hitting 180 km/h on our return journey tonight. By the time I had the 3rd ride of the night, I was a smooth operator! hahaha! No problem with helmet, no sound effect, no holding of handle, no white knuckles, no physical abuse of rider, but Aldo heels still got caught by footrest. Kinda funny! Made us both laugh!
This bike feels awfully stable at 180 km/h! JG is born a speed demon. I am impressed by his riding skill, especially when he’s doing so with a pillion. Not just impressed with his ability to go fast, but the ability to handle the speed: in negotiating the obstacles; knowing the roads: highways and byways; handling the traffic; slowing down when need be, and stopping altogether to avoid The Camera. All this he did with skill.
It made me think of its parallel to life. Sometimes we go so fast, we forget that we need to slow down and yield to the Slow signs and traffic signals, and then we get ourselves hit by the trucks. And we die emotionally, spiritually, mentally.
Along Sembawang Road, I caught a strong whiff of Ixora. It was wonderful. We also caught a lungful of sewage smell. Yucks! My most favourite part of the journey was along ECP travelling to the view of the Esplanade. It was beautiful… More so than looking at it from within a car. All these we enjoyed because we went slow enough.
