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The first time I blogged about my bike, I tricked people into thinking that I had a girlfriend both on my blog & in real life. It was funny at first & I had many good laughs. But now that people are starting to refer to my bike with intimate female companion names like wife/girlfriend, i.e. "are you riding your wife to Sibu?" or "I want to see your girlfriend", it's not funny any more.
It makes me feel like a lonely old man with too much money to spend so he buys an expensive toy & make it his companion. Wait, that really DOES sound a lot like me. lol.
It's probably time I got a REAL girlfriend & maybe a wife, no?
Meanwhile, I'm going to risk my life in the noble cause of manoeuvring the bumpy, meandering & deadly asphalt pathways to teach unfortunate & displaced children deep in the remote jungles of Borneo. A romantic notion, no? Girls, line up please!
Anyway, I want to share an atypical journey to Sibu from my home in Kuching so you get an idea of what it's like & why I love it so much.
|Full Safety Gear: Helmet, Skull Cap, Scarf, Jacket, Gloves, Shin Pad & Boots. (Worth RM4000+)|
All the armour in the world will not be enough to protect you from stupidity. So, be smart when riding, cornering & overtaking.
Also, I lotion up my face with moisturiser & SPF protection. I'm getting really dark. Does tall, DARK, & handsome still apply? It seems like girly boys are the in thing nowadays.
I usually plan for a 7AM departure but rarely make it because mom always prepares breakfast with love! =D How can I not take my time to appreciate it? Besides, I'm hungry, stingy & hawker food might upset my stomach.
They were headed for a wedding banquet in Engkelili so we travelled together. We parted ways when they reached their junction. I continued my journey alone but I was happy to have found companions for part of the journey.
|#4 Stop: Lunch|
Jakar is the last stop before Sibu & this restaurant is famous for its Prawn Noodles. They ran out of prawns when I arrived so I had Fish Noodles instead. It's okay. Tastes like soupy FooChow Noodles with fish. I saw others having the prawn noodles & they were similar.
I prefer the Asam Tom Yam Prawn Noodles in Sarikei. There's more kick to it.
They invited me to join them in using the Julau way to Sibu. I was familiar with this route passing through Sarikei. It's a longer journey but the roads are straighter & in better shape. I told them to go ahead first because I wanted to refuel. In the end, I never caught up. lol.
|Destination reached! 6 Hours. 5 Stops|
I realise I resemble Snake Eyes (G.I. Joe) with a samurai sword strapped to my back.
Old people will think that I resemble the black Power Rangers.
Back to naming my bike. After much deliberation, I've decided to go with the French language. It's a mouthful. It's suave. And, it's naughty. Just the way I like it. Giving my bike a name in English would be too easy. I want you to think. I want a bit of mystery. It adds romance & fascination to an already handsome bike.
From hence fourth, my bike shall be known as le étalon Blanc. And I, the #1ManConvoy.
My dream is for le étalon Blanc & I to ride all over Malaysia!