My old bicycle had given my mother many heart attacks. The first stunt I learned was to jump the bicycle across the longkang (drain) by going really fast then pulling up your handle bar just when you reach it.
Later, my neighbor taught me to cycle with 4 of us on one bicycle. She would be on the seat, her feet furiously paddling. I would be on the middle bar, my hands tightly gripped on the handle bar. Another neighbor would be riding pillion and the last one who is the youngest would be seated on the handle bar, their jobs are to pray we wouldn’t crash and die. Haha, thank goodness my mother didn’t see that.
Next I taught myself to cycle with my hands behind my back. “Look Ma, No Hands!” It was a fantastic way to learn body balancing but somehow, my mother refused to believe me when I explained.
One day, my beloved bicycle got stolen and my parents flatly refused to replace it. It was only about fifteen years later that my brother introduced me to a discounted dealer. Yesterday night, I brought a brand new bicycle home!
Now I have to figure out how to bring it across the causeway to Singapore and learn to balance a geek and a precious on it. Whee!
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heehee
You can ride it over, enter by motorcycle lane, then take a cab, or ride home if you still got stamina.
I cycled to Kota Tinggi once from SG.
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