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I remember when I was reaching 16…..my heart beat faster and harder than it beat for the 16 years before that. It was time when a modern man has the passing rights to be a real man. For man and machine are meant to be together. It was time for me to be a true modern man and tame the first beast. I remember how my dad gave me instructions to be careful ‘or you’ll risk dying’. Oh how exciting!

My first bike looked something like this only blue in color

At last the day came that I was given the license to roam the world on this beautiful baby. I would park it right outside my school fence. Hop over when nobody is looking and run away! the 90km/h at full throttle felt like I could fly. Me and my honda C70. It was like we were meant to be.

Still it was our family bike and soon my brother and father knew this bike couldn’t support their need for a speed more than 40km/h when they were both on it hahahaahaha. So we got this sweet looking Malaysia made bike. The Modenas Jaguh. Oh did we feel proud to roam around in that chopper looking bike. Believe it or not, that bike is still at home….recently though she isn’t doing well.

She looked something like this

However because my parents felt it was to wild for me to roam the world out there on just a small yellow horse…they passed me my first car. A hand me down. But oooo she can roar. We called her ‘Leng Lui’ cause that sounded like the Nissan Langley model she was. Thats when I tasted my first taste of speed. 180km/h oooooooo……sweet. Anything slower than that felt like I would die….hahaha

Thats leng lui after she got dropsy.

Her bum bum

However I soon realised that I wanted a family and my dear leng lui was falling ill. So I got myself a decent looking car. I had the intention to mod it up till it looked like this….however…I never needed too cause I seldom had the chance to speed on it.

How my car looked like. Something like this la

This is how I wanted it to look

I however found myself too tame on four wheels. I’d fall asleep constantly even though I was pumping that techno down those speakers. Soon I realised I was born to be wild. Why was I kidding myself riding this car…

I sold that car and got this

Oooo since that….I’ll never go back….my Cagiva Mito has always been the bike that meant the most to me. Callie I called her brought me everywhere and healed my wounded soul. It hurt me so bad to say goodbye when I came to Singapore. Not too long later however. I had to say goodbye for real for I had to allow someone new in my life.

To all my friends and machines. You all will always be remembered for your everlasting love for me. Thank you for always serving and running with me whether rain or shine. Storm or wind. You were always there. I miss you all so much. Remember me. One day we may be able to ride the wind again together.