on frustration, delight and being single
traffic jams are good ways for motorcyclists to practice their squeezing through traffic skills, and every morning if one happens to be having lectures at 9am, yes, the opportunity arises especially in urban state singapore. however your short practice sessions can be interrupted by other motorcyclists who, apparently, don't hold the same principe. You see in the real world, on expressways there's usually 3 lanes, the first (extreme right) middle (duh! middle) and the 3rd lane (extreme left) and in the motorcycle world there is the 1st motorcycle lane (in between 1st and 2nd lanes), and the 2nd motorcycle lane (between 2nd and 3rd lanes) and the very ILLEGAL shoulder (haha!). so you see these are the so called advance lanes for the motorcyclists or i would subtly put practice lanes.
there are 3 main things that can irritate a fellow motorcyclist using one of these lanes, the shoulder being the least affected are:
1. Cars or other vehicles (lorries, trucks and buses excluded) who do not keep within the confinements of their lanes and having their rear mirrors jutting out narrowing the lane(s).
2. Vehicles who disregard motorcyclists and change lanes without firstly signalling prior and secondly NOT checking their blindspots!
3. Other Motorcyclists who HOG the lane for their leisurely pleasure oblivious to the line of motorcycles behind them creating what i term the who's-the-F*&ker-in-front-hogging-this-lane jam.
the result would be early morning annoyance plus traffic induced recklessness and sheer inconsideration. then other motorcyclists will get pissed with other motorcycles and motorists alike and like you know we create the devils playground. ur hate for the rider beside you or infront of you gets to ur head and u feel like banging the car. then u start to think why u gave up the comforts of airconditioned MRTT rides but u snap out of it once u get flashbacks of sleepyheads and zombies and other not-so-morning-people crowding around you thinking that they deserve a seat more than ur non-osteoporotic figure warrants! and u reciprocate that mutual feeling towards innocent ah pos and thinking to urself that if they can stand on 2 feet and by the way walk to this train station without ambulatory devices at their clutches, then they must be fit. or that dilemma or a lady being pregnant or just brandishing that extra pad of insulation in ur face while u read today newspaper in hoping to rob u in the eastern rising sun, of ur seat.
so yes, private transport is better u think. until u get worried all the time that someone out there is trying to get you for something u possibly commited or not. or you wonder whether u've exceeded the speed limit; somehow u think u have and u 'felt' some flashes of cameras snapping shots of ur bike and wondering why is it u didn;t pose or what overcame u in that momentary ruch of adrenaline," should i or shouldn't i?" following that 'ordeal' ur're faced with the 2 week long wait for ' the letter' of summons from the TP and the consequence etc.
so at the same time all is not fun in the motorcycle world. now that the TPs are having their rounds more frequent, it's better that 'we' stay more at home and less on the road. in singapore at least. let's not start bout malaysia man! yeah..the plight of motorcyclists on the road, having to breathe in exhaust from multiple sources (thank god for unleaded!), having get pushed around by SUVs and BMWs and Mercedes', and letting them having their right of way and all.
but me i try not to get myself bothered too much bout all of these, i try at least, so i that for me, my rides are filled with more observations of habitual tendencies of other drivers and riders alike, and enjoying the sights(man! benjamin sheares...so pretty) and cursing other road users indiscriminately under my breath, more like having a monologue with ma bike!
oh yes i taught beginners hip hop at dance arts just now. so cool these kids! and so cute some more. ok some were not kids lah. they're good. got some groovy kids some more, and they all ok like 9/12 that were there spoke like American-tainted english, so like "totally" my kind of class! they got the steps, all smiling and laughing at my wannabe Nigger jokes and making a mockery out of myself in the mirror. but it was fun...haha.... asked me for Advance class i'm like no!!! who am i supposed to teach? pple like Shulin and Claire!? Hell NO!!
at night, no UG so went cruising on my bike with my biker friends not from Mars, but those in the East-side. So cold!! my frens are forever talking bout marriage and getting matchmaked, man.. get a grip. ok actually i also...arrgghh can u imagine being single? man, wake up no one in bed except maybe Toby ur pet cat or parrot?! damn.... but heh, in this world one's gotta be realistic i guess must be prepared for what comes ahead. what after like 15 yrs of studying i decide that hey no more, enough is enough..i should settle down now!! u look in the mirror and a 44 yr old man staring back at you wrinkled, hair receded and fat!
a bit to late eh....man....i'm gg to have nightmares tonight!
there are 3 main things that can irritate a fellow motorcyclist using one of these lanes, the shoulder being the least affected are:
1. Cars or other vehicles (lorries, trucks and buses excluded) who do not keep within the confinements of their lanes and having their rear mirrors jutting out narrowing the lane(s).
2. Vehicles who disregard motorcyclists and change lanes without firstly signalling prior and secondly NOT checking their blindspots!
3. Other Motorcyclists who HOG the lane for their leisurely pleasure oblivious to the line of motorcycles behind them creating what i term the who's-the-F*&ker-in-front-hogging-this-lane jam.
the result would be early morning annoyance plus traffic induced recklessness and sheer inconsideration. then other motorcyclists will get pissed with other motorcycles and motorists alike and like you know we create the devils playground. ur hate for the rider beside you or infront of you gets to ur head and u feel like banging the car. then u start to think why u gave up the comforts of airconditioned MRTT rides but u snap out of it once u get flashbacks of sleepyheads and zombies and other not-so-morning-people crowding around you thinking that they deserve a seat more than ur non-osteoporotic figure warrants! and u reciprocate that mutual feeling towards innocent ah pos and thinking to urself that if they can stand on 2 feet and by the way walk to this train station without ambulatory devices at their clutches, then they must be fit. or that dilemma or a lady being pregnant or just brandishing that extra pad of insulation in ur face while u read today newspaper in hoping to rob u in the eastern rising sun, of ur seat.
so yes, private transport is better u think. until u get worried all the time that someone out there is trying to get you for something u possibly commited or not. or you wonder whether u've exceeded the speed limit; somehow u think u have and u 'felt' some flashes of cameras snapping shots of ur bike and wondering why is it u didn;t pose or what overcame u in that momentary ruch of adrenaline," should i or shouldn't i?" following that 'ordeal' ur're faced with the 2 week long wait for ' the letter' of summons from the TP and the consequence etc.
so at the same time all is not fun in the motorcycle world. now that the TPs are having their rounds more frequent, it's better that 'we' stay more at home and less on the road. in singapore at least. let's not start bout malaysia man! yeah..the plight of motorcyclists on the road, having to breathe in exhaust from multiple sources (thank god for unleaded!), having get pushed around by SUVs and BMWs and Mercedes', and letting them having their right of way and all.
but me i try not to get myself bothered too much bout all of these, i try at least, so i that for me, my rides are filled with more observations of habitual tendencies of other drivers and riders alike, and enjoying the sights(man! benjamin sheares...so pretty) and cursing other road users indiscriminately under my breath, more like having a monologue with ma bike!
oh yes i taught beginners hip hop at dance arts just now. so cool these kids! and so cute some more. ok some were not kids lah. they're good. got some groovy kids some more, and they all ok like 9/12 that were there spoke like American-tainted english, so like "totally" my kind of class! they got the steps, all smiling and laughing at my wannabe Nigger jokes and making a mockery out of myself in the mirror. but it was fun...haha.... asked me for Advance class i'm like no!!! who am i supposed to teach? pple like Shulin and Claire!? Hell NO!!
at night, no UG so went cruising on my bike with my biker friends not from Mars, but those in the East-side. So cold!! my frens are forever talking bout marriage and getting matchmaked, man.. get a grip. ok actually i also...arrgghh can u imagine being single? man, wake up no one in bed except maybe Toby ur pet cat or parrot?! damn.... but heh, in this world one's gotta be realistic i guess must be prepared for what comes ahead. what after like 15 yrs of studying i decide that hey no more, enough is enough..i should settle down now!! u look in the mirror and a 44 yr old man staring back at you wrinkled, hair receded and fat!
a bit to late eh....man....i'm gg to have nightmares tonight!
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