Return And Fulfillment
It's been eons since I last blogged. I know. I just didn't have the spirit to go on after I met her. I thought I'd gotten over her. And yet, seeing her, seeing her smile, being reminded of the very reason why I fell for her in the first place...sapped my spirit. The look she gave me, that once melted my heart, now sending a lance of hurt and pain, ripping the old, healing wound asunder once again.
And so, in this state of mind, I set of on the 2nd of July to Port Dickson.
Return trip mileage to and fro GP Esso: 723.4km
Pictures can be found at:
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3564
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3565
http://www.picturesky.com/zero_degrees
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3546
There's even a video clip at http://www.dinoboy.com.sg/~hweeli/pd050702/pd.mov showing the convoy moving off from Port Dickson Eagle Ranch. I'm the 1st bike to move off.
Overall, it was a no hassles trip which saw me and WQ chasing a Vstrom at 160-180km/h. A minor hiccup in the marking occurred when the convoy broke up so far I thought I missed the last bikes when they were actually much further behind, resulting in Arjen having to breakfast alone at Pagoh.
According to the broucher, the Eagle Ranch we stayed at boasted of a variety of amenities such as Go Karts, an archery range, horseback riding. The management even assured us that the Go Karts were operational and that we did not have to use the Fun Karts, the kid's version of the mini-track fun. But when we approached the mechanics at the Kart shed, we were told, "Rosak". ('spoilt' in malay).
No Go Kart? Nevermind, we thought...maybe we could use the time and money at the archery range instead. We approaced the attendent at the range, who gestured at a bunch of malay kids prancing around the range, saying "Telematch...must wait till 6pm then over".
@##$@%^!@$@#^##^#%@%$!$#!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No Go Kart. No archery. What do you want us to do? Horseback riding? After riding over 300km?!? No kidding me. I was so disgusted, I decided to try to get some shut eye. Just as I was falling asleep, the power cut off and the air-conditioning stopped working; I was roused from my slumber when a trickle of sweat ran down my neck, tickling me.
And so, all the features of the ranch didn't work. At least the ones that appealled to me. Ah heck...what can you expect from a place called 'Eagle Ranch' when there are no eagles flying around?
At least their swimming pool and jacuzzi were working...which was the first thing we headed to after the sweltering heat on the road.
But the trip did little for me, other than the wonder of watching a multitude of crabs scurry away from me like ants at the beach whenever I took a step forward.
And then, one week later, I met a group of Phantom Knights for dinner at Commonwealth. In the midst of the makan and laughter, I went to the toilet. Emerging moments later, I was surprised to see everyone making as if to leave. JJBubble called out, "Gia...go home and gear up. Meet at GP Esso in an hour. Backside itchy la...going Bukit Tinggi". (for those of you who don't know, Bukit Tinggi is a mountain further up from Genting)
And before I knew it, I was meeting the other psychos at GP Esso an hour later.
Featuring: The 5 Psycho Riders.
Clips of Weiz and myself taking on the twisties up Bukit Tinggi are available:
http://www.seewhatsee.net/storage/bt/
Pictures are available here:
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3597
Mileage clocked for this trip was 898km.
During this trip, we clocked an average speed of 110km/h, occasionally hitting 120km/h in order to accomodate the Phantom that travelled with us. The Phantom ran into some problems, leaking engine oil like it was experiencing it's 1st day of the menstrual cycle, making the air filter unworkable and forcing us to stop thrice. The first time, the stop was accompanied with banter and light-hearted jokes, but by the time we stopped over again, I suppose the fatigue had started to sink in, and everyone just wanted to move on as soon as possible.
In spite of all that, we managed to hit the Kuantan Highway by dawn, and riding with the early morning light caressing the slopes around us, a cloud wafting just so slightly above us, refreshed us immensely. We lost our way, and made our way up the wrong mountain, Kampong Bukit Tinggi. But we found the way, and started ascending Bukit Tinggi.
Some of you may know how much I dig taking a fast corner. Taking the bends and twists all the way up and down was strangly thereupathic for me; I found myself grinning like a hyena as I lined myself up for the next set of bends.
The settings at the resort atop Bukit Tinggi was nothing short of beautiful; you could almost forget you're in Malaysia...I had the deja vu feeling of being back in the UK. The combination of the view and the corners lifted my initially heavy heart.
Going up Genting was a lot more of a struggle. The roads were steeper, there was a whole lot more traffic, and the road barriers obscured my view of the apex of each corner. I even had to turn my handlebars to take the bends on the way down as the road was very wet. Still, the feeling of conquering Genting, standing amidst clouds, was exhilerating, as was the feeling I got when I ran into a huge group of Malaysian sport bike riders riding bikes ranging from ZX9R to R1s and R6es, and beat them in the twisties with my 400cc vtwin on the way down the mountain.
I decided to stay at my 2nd Aunt's place before going back to Singapore. And so I headed back to KL. Now, this was a dream come true for me. I've always dreamed of riding down to my 2nd Aunt's place, or Chai Choo's place on my R6, parking outside their house and giving them a call, asking them to look out of their window. I never imagined I'd be able to achieve this so soon.
The final boon was actually getting to meet my cousins. Chai Choo had her phone stolen, and as a result I didn't have her new number. But by God's grace, I managed to contact her and meet ALL my cousins. Well, not all, but I'm satisfied. I'd missed them so much, and actually seeing them gladdened my heart. I don't know if any of them knows just how much they mean to me. Moreover, my brother smsed me telling me he was back in Singapore after 1 1/2 years of study in Australia.
The combination of all the above raised my spirits tremendously, and by the time I made it back to Singapore in the rain, I was in the right state of mind to attend the SIM Orientation the next day. It was the usual icebreaker kind of games galore. And afterwards, I allowed myself to be psychoed to join 3 different camps, 2 of which overlap each other.
I better go prepare and stuff...will be at camp for 5 days...zzz
Riding hard, fast, safely AND taking a few corners.
And so, in this state of mind, I set of on the 2nd of July to Port Dickson.
Return trip mileage to and fro GP Esso: 723.4km
Pictures can be found at:
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3564
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3565
http://www.picturesky.com/zero_degrees
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3546
There's even a video clip at http://www.dinoboy.com.sg/~hweeli/pd050702/pd.mov showing the convoy moving off from Port Dickson Eagle Ranch. I'm the 1st bike to move off.
Overall, it was a no hassles trip which saw me and WQ chasing a Vstrom at 160-180km/h. A minor hiccup in the marking occurred when the convoy broke up so far I thought I missed the last bikes when they were actually much further behind, resulting in Arjen having to breakfast alone at Pagoh.
According to the broucher, the Eagle Ranch we stayed at boasted of a variety of amenities such as Go Karts, an archery range, horseback riding. The management even assured us that the Go Karts were operational and that we did not have to use the Fun Karts, the kid's version of the mini-track fun. But when we approached the mechanics at the Kart shed, we were told, "Rosak". ('spoilt' in malay).
No Go Kart? Nevermind, we thought...maybe we could use the time and money at the archery range instead. We approaced the attendent at the range, who gestured at a bunch of malay kids prancing around the range, saying "Telematch...must wait till 6pm then over".
@##$@%^!@$@#^##^#%@%$!$#!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No Go Kart. No archery. What do you want us to do? Horseback riding? After riding over 300km?!? No kidding me. I was so disgusted, I decided to try to get some shut eye. Just as I was falling asleep, the power cut off and the air-conditioning stopped working; I was roused from my slumber when a trickle of sweat ran down my neck, tickling me.
And so, all the features of the ranch didn't work. At least the ones that appealled to me. Ah heck...what can you expect from a place called 'Eagle Ranch' when there are no eagles flying around?
At least their swimming pool and jacuzzi were working...which was the first thing we headed to after the sweltering heat on the road.
But the trip did little for me, other than the wonder of watching a multitude of crabs scurry away from me like ants at the beach whenever I took a step forward.
And then, one week later, I met a group of Phantom Knights for dinner at Commonwealth. In the midst of the makan and laughter, I went to the toilet. Emerging moments later, I was surprised to see everyone making as if to leave. JJBubble called out, "Gia...go home and gear up. Meet at GP Esso in an hour. Backside itchy la...going Bukit Tinggi". (for those of you who don't know, Bukit Tinggi is a mountain further up from Genting)
And before I knew it, I was meeting the other psychos at GP Esso an hour later.
Featuring: The 5 Psycho Riders.
Clips of Weiz and myself taking on the twisties up Bukit Tinggi are available:
http://www.seewhatsee.net/storage/bt/
Pictures are available here:
http://www.picturesky.com/thumbnails.php?album=3597
Mileage clocked for this trip was 898km.
During this trip, we clocked an average speed of 110km/h, occasionally hitting 120km/h in order to accomodate the Phantom that travelled with us. The Phantom ran into some problems, leaking engine oil like it was experiencing it's 1st day of the menstrual cycle, making the air filter unworkable and forcing us to stop thrice. The first time, the stop was accompanied with banter and light-hearted jokes, but by the time we stopped over again, I suppose the fatigue had started to sink in, and everyone just wanted to move on as soon as possible.
In spite of all that, we managed to hit the Kuantan Highway by dawn, and riding with the early morning light caressing the slopes around us, a cloud wafting just so slightly above us, refreshed us immensely. We lost our way, and made our way up the wrong mountain, Kampong Bukit Tinggi. But we found the way, and started ascending Bukit Tinggi.
Some of you may know how much I dig taking a fast corner. Taking the bends and twists all the way up and down was strangly thereupathic for me; I found myself grinning like a hyena as I lined myself up for the next set of bends.
The settings at the resort atop Bukit Tinggi was nothing short of beautiful; you could almost forget you're in Malaysia...I had the deja vu feeling of being back in the UK. The combination of the view and the corners lifted my initially heavy heart.
Going up Genting was a lot more of a struggle. The roads were steeper, there was a whole lot more traffic, and the road barriers obscured my view of the apex of each corner. I even had to turn my handlebars to take the bends on the way down as the road was very wet. Still, the feeling of conquering Genting, standing amidst clouds, was exhilerating, as was the feeling I got when I ran into a huge group of Malaysian sport bike riders riding bikes ranging from ZX9R to R1s and R6es, and beat them in the twisties with my 400cc vtwin on the way down the mountain.
I decided to stay at my 2nd Aunt's place before going back to Singapore. And so I headed back to KL. Now, this was a dream come true for me. I've always dreamed of riding down to my 2nd Aunt's place, or Chai Choo's place on my R6, parking outside their house and giving them a call, asking them to look out of their window. I never imagined I'd be able to achieve this so soon.
The final boon was actually getting to meet my cousins. Chai Choo had her phone stolen, and as a result I didn't have her new number. But by God's grace, I managed to contact her and meet ALL my cousins. Well, not all, but I'm satisfied. I'd missed them so much, and actually seeing them gladdened my heart. I don't know if any of them knows just how much they mean to me. Moreover, my brother smsed me telling me he was back in Singapore after 1 1/2 years of study in Australia.
The combination of all the above raised my spirits tremendously, and by the time I made it back to Singapore in the rain, I was in the right state of mind to attend the SIM Orientation the next day. It was the usual icebreaker kind of games galore. And afterwards, I allowed myself to be psychoed to join 3 different camps, 2 of which overlap each other.
I better go prepare and stuff...will be at camp for 5 days...zzz
Riding hard, fast, safely AND taking a few corners.
posted by Metalfyre at
7/17/2005 06:59:00 PM
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