I can vividly recollect a zealous younger me zipping around the neighbourhood (where I couldn't tell the difference between this road and that street) practicing pure peddling on my 4-wheel spanking new bike (with ribbons at the side and a basket in front).
Not long after, came the nasty, no longer cute 2-wheel bike - which at 7 years old seemed like a sign from my parents that I had reached the peak of my maturity. It was no easy feat, the 2-wheel bike. I remember all the white lies my Dad told everytime I bit my lip nervously and mentally psyched myself to cycle off, "Don't worry I'm holding the back of the bike", and when I turned my head, he was like 5 metres behind nodding proudly.
Thanks Dad for the scares and teaching me how to ride a bicycle, now at least it gives me the privilege of waking up another good 25-30mins later as opposed to if I had walked to school! Bicycles here are like the main mode of transport that they even paved out designated cycling lanes on the road in a maroon'ish colour!
Thanks Cake for kindly selling us the 20 euro bikes. I'm still retaining the name Lucy, while Poh came up with a new name for his bike its called "The Stups Bike", because it gave him several problems on the first day. haha. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Lucy :p
Ps: Brandon and Dad, when I return, we Must go cycling again, lets show Jalan Rindu how its really done- the Lee way.
Below are some photos of when Poh & I had a doubs date with Lucy and The Stups bike:
boons & weims, nabs and kams, lams and shaun...don't JEALS!
xoxo










