Saturday, March 10, 2007
Nigh cycling
ODAC planned a Night Cycling, and I was half-excited, half-paranoid. Excited cos I love cycling, and to gallivant all over the place at night on my bike is just exhilarating! But paranoid cos my fitness level is like minus several degrees, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to catch up with the youngsters... and with my fat butt, I was gonna be tortured by the skinny bike seat!
But I went anyway... I was late (refer to previous post to discover why), and I got sabo-ed to follow the first group. Sabo-ed because this first group comprised of the best-est cyclists in the club! What an honour! -snigger-
Anyway, bo-bian right? So I glupped, plucked up my courage, and acted nonchalantly as I got ready to follow them. When I started cycling, I was intoxicated! Heh. Happy I was to be on a bike again! *grin* And so all fears disappeared, as I happily cycled behind them, grinning from ear to ear with the freedom I had.
We set off from East Coast Park, down to East Coast Road... Still Road... to Ubi. Suddenly, the boy's bike in front of me went kuku, and he had to stop his bike by the side of the road, while the rest had cycled on. I stopped behind him, and instructed him to push his bike up onto the pavement to get off the road. Then we examined his bike. Goodness! It isn't the normal scenario where the chain just gets displaced. In this case, the 'thingy' which connects the chain had broke, twisted itself and got entangled in the spokes of the wheel! We were so fascinated that he whizzed out his camera and took a shot for momento! =)
I called the safety vehicle and gathered the rest of the group, and proceeded to the nearest busstop to wait. We had a rather nice time chatting! Heh. Afterward, we headed down Airport Road to Boundary Road, before reaching Serangoon Gardens to have supper at ChompChomp. Guess what? The kids locked the bikes together, and then happily went to order food. Nothing amazing about that right? But then, something happened, which freaked them out! They had misplaced the key!! What were they to do?
Kids' reactions amongst themselves...
"Call the locksmith."
"Locksmith said $100... asked us to look for other alternatives cos it's not worth it."
"I go home and cut a cutter."
"Where do you stay? Erm... quite far."
"Tell the teachers?"
"Eh don't want lah... we figure this out ourselves."
But in the end, of course they did come to the teachers for help. Damsels in distress...
They asked for the toolbox which they were supposed to pack. But those silly boys... their toolbox was really tiny! Enough to fit your palm! And obviously it didn't have anything useful! Other than a swiss army knife which they could use to saw till daylight to see results.
D suggested calling the police. He went to 7-11 to ask for the number. The attendant told him to call 999. Hahaha! But anyway, he did manage to find the police post's number, and the boys called. They agreed to come after a second try. We were jsut wondering what kind of cutter they would use... someone suggested a bush shearer. We thought it was too gigantic, and ridiculous. But to our amazement, when the policemen arrived, they produced a cutter that was about a meter tall!!! Incredible! And even then, the policeman still had to twist and turn the wire of the lock to break it afterward! (The lock is indeed secure!)
In the meanwhile, there was this hawker guy who figured what was going on. He then cheekily looked at the other hawker and said in Hokkien:
A: Eh! Mai4 sing4 liao4 lah4! Sor1 See2 hoi1 yee3! (Don't play anymore! Return him the key!)
B: -dumbfounded-
Hahaha! That was a good comic relief!
Yeah, anyway, that was an exciting experience, and it gave us a longer time to slack too, while I even got to meet up with Meowmeow! =)
We set off on our journey. This time down Ang Mo Kio, Thomson, Bishan, Bradell (long killer slope... where we took a break at a busstop and I dozed off while sitting on the kerb by the road!), Potong Pasir, Crawford, Marina, Esplanade, Kallang Park (lots of winding!!), Kallang Mac's, and back to East Coast. And all the while, we were going at breakneck speed, because they have to prove that they're the best! At some time, I grew slightly bitter because we were so much ahead of time, and I didn't understand why we needed to rush! My butt was killing me!! The worst feeling is when you took a rest, and then you had to hop onto that killer-seat once again and feel the sore! (And you had to reposition yourself in a less-sore position to ease the ache!)
Yeah, it was indeed an exciting experience. I want my own bicycle!
But I went anyway... I was late (refer to previous post to discover why), and I got sabo-ed to follow the first group. Sabo-ed because this first group comprised of the best-est cyclists in the club! What an honour! -snigger-
Anyway, bo-bian right? So I glupped, plucked up my courage, and acted nonchalantly as I got ready to follow them. When I started cycling, I was intoxicated! Heh. Happy I was to be on a bike again! *grin* And so all fears disappeared, as I happily cycled behind them, grinning from ear to ear with the freedom I had.
We set off from East Coast Park, down to East Coast Road... Still Road... to Ubi. Suddenly, the boy's bike in front of me went kuku, and he had to stop his bike by the side of the road, while the rest had cycled on. I stopped behind him, and instructed him to push his bike up onto the pavement to get off the road. Then we examined his bike. Goodness! It isn't the normal scenario where the chain just gets displaced. In this case, the 'thingy' which connects the chain had broke, twisted itself and got entangled in the spokes of the wheel! We were so fascinated that he whizzed out his camera and took a shot for momento! =)
I called the safety vehicle and gathered the rest of the group, and proceeded to the nearest busstop to wait. We had a rather nice time chatting! Heh. Afterward, we headed down Airport Road to Boundary Road, before reaching Serangoon Gardens to have supper at ChompChomp. Guess what? The kids locked the bikes together, and then happily went to order food. Nothing amazing about that right? But then, something happened, which freaked them out! They had misplaced the key!! What were they to do?
Kids' reactions amongst themselves...
"Call the locksmith."
"Locksmith said $100... asked us to look for other alternatives cos it's not worth it."
"I go home and cut a cutter."
"Where do you stay? Erm... quite far."
"Tell the teachers?"
"Eh don't want lah... we figure this out ourselves."
But in the end, of course they did come to the teachers for help. Damsels in distress...
They asked for the toolbox which they were supposed to pack. But those silly boys... their toolbox was really tiny! Enough to fit your palm! And obviously it didn't have anything useful! Other than a swiss army knife which they could use to saw till daylight to see results.
D suggested calling the police. He went to 7-11 to ask for the number. The attendant told him to call 999. Hahaha! But anyway, he did manage to find the police post's number, and the boys called. They agreed to come after a second try. We were jsut wondering what kind of cutter they would use... someone suggested a bush shearer. We thought it was too gigantic, and ridiculous. But to our amazement, when the policemen arrived, they produced a cutter that was about a meter tall!!! Incredible! And even then, the policeman still had to twist and turn the wire of the lock to break it afterward! (The lock is indeed secure!)
In the meanwhile, there was this hawker guy who figured what was going on. He then cheekily looked at the other hawker and said in Hokkien:
A: Eh! Mai4 sing4 liao4 lah4! Sor1 See2 hoi1 yee3! (Don't play anymore! Return him the key!)
B: -dumbfounded-
Hahaha! That was a good comic relief!
Yeah, anyway, that was an exciting experience, and it gave us a longer time to slack too, while I even got to meet up with Meowmeow! =)
We set off on our journey. This time down Ang Mo Kio, Thomson, Bishan, Bradell (long killer slope... where we took a break at a busstop and I dozed off while sitting on the kerb by the road!), Potong Pasir, Crawford, Marina, Esplanade, Kallang Park (lots of winding!!), Kallang Mac's, and back to East Coast. And all the while, we were going at breakneck speed, because they have to prove that they're the best! At some time, I grew slightly bitter because we were so much ahead of time, and I didn't understand why we needed to rush! My butt was killing me!! The worst feeling is when you took a rest, and then you had to hop onto that killer-seat once again and feel the sore! (And you had to reposition yourself in a less-sore position to ease the ache!)
Yeah, it was indeed an exciting experience. I want my own bicycle!
# posted by Banana Saviour @ 11:57 PM 
