Aint Nothing's Gonna Break My Stride

Ever since my accident 5 weeks ago, I've had many friends who ask me, "Why do you still want to ride? Arent you afraid of dying? Get a car, dude"

Let me ask you something.
If I told you to abandon your heterosexual preference and told you to someone of the same sex as you instead, would you do it?
What if the rest of the world was homosexual, would you make the switch just because it is the norm to be homosexual?

Let me explain what love and passion is all about.
I love cycling, and anything else with 2 wheels. I've driven before, and all I can say is, its so boring I dont blame drivers who fall asleep at the wheel. Even at 200kph, it feels like I'm sitting in a bubble on a lake. Ah, but a bike at 200kph? You're riding a crotch rocket with the world streaking behind you.

Riding a bike is just about as technical as driving a car. Every limb comes into play, you have to know about weight distribution, and which tyre is losing traction, how much to ease up on the brakes, clutch control, throttle control, etc all simultaneously. The only difference is, sitting in a claustrophobic cage is seriously a killjoy. Not nearly as fun as sitting on your machine itself.

Asking me to drive a car and never ride a bike again is like telling my gay friends to be heterosexual and never set their eyes on someone of the same sex. Its just unnatural.

Death is the only promise made to us at birth

Another dead girl.

Just received word that an acquaintance has passed on after being involved in a traffic accident. She was a motorcyclist in a classic case of wrong place wrong time.

Her name is Grace.
On the night of the 17th, she was riding her Honda NSR150 on AYE to Jurong when she self-skidded just under the Normanton Park flyover which is under construction. She fell on the road and the vehicle behind her ran over her helmeted head.

Grace's skull was cracked and the fragments punctured her brain. She died on the spot.

Who is Grace? A young, bubbly rider that I got to know on a trip to Gelang Patah for a supper some moons back.

She had her whole life ahead of her.
Only to have her existence dissolved like tears in rain.