Communication and power – do not ever be without them these days…

This is very true in both literal an practical sense.

I still remember the time when mobile cellular technology began its life back in the 90s. Conversation between a husband and a wife – wife at home and the husband doing shopping for her – err what colour is it… there is this one which is very soft and rubbery, green is it ok?….a minute later he called again. And it repeated over a few times. At that time, we saw this as a total waste of time. But these days, it is a normal scenario people do not make fuss about anymore. And the communication is now further enhanced with the brilliant photographic abilities of the smartphone and all those instant chat apps that has become indespensable whether at family level, socially or even for work. Communication is never better.

One of the bottleneck is the power. Most smartphone, despite the advanced lithium technology do not go beyond 24 hours, of course they can last longer in standby or off-data mode, but then that’s not what they are for! Most people spend their days staring at the screen of their smartphones almost all the time, and you could be one of them. Amazingly, such a previously an abhorrant behaviour is now becoming an acceptable way or even necessity, for example some people do their works merely by skimming through and replying whatsapp!

Anway, my point today is how to ensure you do not run out of power. Yes, bring your charger, or better a large capacity powerbank. Most people do, in fact very few who don’t, and they could end up miserable or looking like a fool, when they were needed on the other end and not available, lame reason given – phone is dead! No, this is no longer an acceptable excuse these days.

So today, I left the 3 kids at home, to join the convoy to Cameron Highland (?again), well this time we got an important mission to set up the continuous education and training – usrah for the members of the organisation, I joined mainly for the interest in ride and helping the number.

Since the wife was away, I have to rely on the big brother to take care of the two young ones. The sister, Nawal got a horse riding class later in the evening, somewhere far away at Denai Alam. Harith will be driving them, a good chance he is going to need the GPS apps, using his own phone. So, in order to ensure he does not run out of power in the middle of navigating, I gave him a loan of my own powerbank. This is an awesome 10,000mA powerbank which I got for free from the company, could charge my phone at least twice, more for the iPhone.

Of course I need one for myself. I was sure I could use the big powerbank cum jump starter kit (used to power up car or motorcycle when the battery run flat). It so happened Harith borrowed the jump starter in the morning to rescue his friend’s car. Following the usage, I recharged, thoug fairly briefly, since I had to rush out for the journey shortly.

I only found out later in the evening, when I was about to charge my phone, that the powerbank cum jump starter was flat! I was baffled. Yes, it happened before for reason I did not understand. This powerbank is a bit different than the normal one, coz once you used it to jump start a car (or bike), it will drain out the power completely. This was something that I did not anticipate. So I was left without power!

I checked my phone, 38% left. That should be enough if I use it occasionally for messaging, or short calls, and the rest standby time. The phone had this power saving feature which you could set to a max, means you will improve the standby time 3 or 4 times more, however, at the expense of slowing down or no 4G data at all, means you won’t be instantly receiving whatsapp messages and no data-operated app like Gmaps or Waze.

With the power saving, I was still able to keep my whatsapp communication, and did take a limited number of photos, no GPS nav of course, luckily I did not need this since I could rely on the rest of the group as guide. I did bring my iPad, but the Whatsapp does not work on iPad unless the phone remains on. Though, if my phone is dead, I could still communicate using Telegram, Twitter, FB messenger. And I could also make calls using the Skype to any landline or mobile phones around the world. So, somewhat I did have a second line or third line backup here, thanks God. By the way, 38% at around 3pm and I still have 14% left when I got home around 9.30pm, not bad with the Samsung intelligent maximum powersaving (used to be called ultra power saving).

Memenuhi hak sahabat yang sakit…

Cuaca pagi hujan renyai, dan sesekali menjadi lebat. Rancangan awal untuk keluar ‘TTS sarapan’ bersama isteri terpaksa dilupakan saja, isteri pun rasa tak selesa disebabkan cuaca yang malap di sana sini. Kami bersarapan di Am Bistro. Lepas mengenakan roti telur bawang dan kopi O aku permisi. Sempat juga sebut pada isteri, cuaca dah elok ni jom, abang ingat nak ke Rawang…tapi isteri dah set untuk masuk kerja.

Dalam keadaan yang masih gerimis sedikit dan jalan yang lembab dan berlopak di sana sini aku kuatkan hati untuk terus menuju ke KPJ Rawang. Kira-kira 30 minit untuk sampai, mungkin kurang dari itu dengan bermotor. Jentera Triumph Tiger XRX meluncur lancar di celah-celah kenderaan pelbagai, menyusur laluan yang ditunjukkkan oleh Waze. Melepasi pusingan Jalan Ipoh, exit ke Rawang dan tak lama kemudian melalui jalan berliku menuju Rawang. Tak sampai setengah jam aku menghentikan motosikal di lampu isyarat dan terpandang hospital yang dituju.

Pagi memang bukan waktu melawat, tapi di hospital private mungkin tak berapa strict. Kalau ada halangan pandai-pandailah cari alasan, yang biasa sebut ‘saya ni doktor’, dapatlah pengecualian walaupun sebentar. ‘Assalamu álaikum tuan. Saya nak cari seorang pesakit NHM’. Tercengang receptionist, ‘err, saya kawan dia…’ jawabku meyakinkan. ‘Sekarang bukan waktu melawat Encik..’ ‘Eh, saya tengok kejap je boleh?’ dengan nada redha beliau membuat panggilan ke atas. Macam tiada saja nama tu…baru kusedar tersasul sebut nama beliau, nampak sangat tak kenal sahabat betul-betul.

Sahabatku ini telah disahkan mengidap kanser buah pinggang. Memang dah lama berniat menziarahi, tapi isteri minta pergi bersama, sedangkan beliau sebelum ini dirawat di hospital yang agak jauh iaitu Serdang. Sebenarnya aku dalam ‘panel’ pakar yang ditugaskan membincang dan memberi maklumat terkini beliau pada ahli-ahli organisasi kami, di samping memberikan khidmat perunding mana yang sesuai. Agak mengewakan ya, kerana berbulan beliau telah terlantar sakit, keluar masuk wad, sekali pun belum berhasil melawat. Ku akui memang kami saling mengenal, dalam organisasi beliau memegang beberapa jawatan kempimpinan di samping terlibat dalam peringkat nasional pelbagai organisasi lain. Aku orang biasa saja, adalah terlibat di sini sana, tapi tak pernah menonjol. Jadi, kami memang tak kenal rapat tetapi ikatan ukhuwah tetap ada. Mungkin alasannya, tidak berapa rapat, jadi nak roger beliau sebelum ziarah pun tak berapa pasti. Tetapi pada hari ini aku nekad, dan mengetahui beliau di sana, terus aku putuskan untuk ziarah juga biarpun pagi ini urusan pembedahan di makmal kardiologi invasif dah menanti. Takpe, co-pilot ada boleh beri beliau peluang lebih sedikit untuk jadi ‘independent operator’.

Memang kami tak rapat. Tetapi beliau seorang yang prihatin masyarakat dan menjaga hak persahabatan. Untuk pengetahuan anda, beliau, dalam keadaan sakit begitu, adalah salah seorang sahabat FB yang menghantar ucapan hari lahirku bulan lepas. Ini menyebabkan aku rasa lebih terkilan atas alasan yang berbagai tidak kesempatan melawat beliau. Jentera hebat dah menjejak Thailand, Langkawi dan berbagai destinasi ber TTS sana sini, hai, nak menjejak sahabat sendiri yang sakit pun tak kesampaian, ini menyebabkan aku amat malu pada Tuhan kerana gagal memenuhi hak sahabat. Sebab itulah, hari ini, apa jadi pun aku bertekad untuk menziarahi beliau.

Senyap sunyi saja wad di waktu pagi ini. Beberapa orang jururawat di meja bertugas macam tak hirau atau tak terkesan langsung bila aku melangkah masuk. Eh misi, tak alert ke mana tau saya ni pelawat ke perompak datang nak kacau pesakit….mungkin jururawat di sini, macam di hospital-hospital lain ada ilmu firasat tinggi, boleh rasa pelawat yang datang tu baik ke jahat, tanpa melihat pun dah tahu…

Ku selak kubikal, terpandang wajah seorang lelaki sedang lena…jelas dari penampilan beliau seorang yang sedang sakit. Nyenyak dan tengan tidur beliau…tapi nampak tidak seperti seorang biasa tidur. Aku mengambil masa lebih seminit untuk menyedarkan beliau. ‘Akh, assalamu alaikum…’ perlahan-lahan beliau buka mata, dan menyapa dengan senyuman. Biarpun beliau nampak lemah tak bermaya, senyuman sentiasa terukir dan beliau bercakap dengan bertenaga dan mesra. Walaupun aku tahu sejarah sakit beliau, aku tetap tekun mendengarnya semula, dan beliau memberi update keadaan semasa serta sebab-sebab kemasukan ke hospital kali ini. Dalam masa 15 minit tersebut sempat kami mengimbas kembali di awal waktu beliau mula disahkan mendapat kanser.

Aku sentiasa memberi perhatian serius hal ini. Beliau memang dah lama mengadu sakit perut. Tetapi hanya berjumpa doktor untuk mendapat rawatan hujung tahun lepas. Pada asalnya, doktor merawat beliau sebagai pesakit ‘gastrik’. Hanya kemudiannya kanser tersebut disyaki setelah ujian CT scan dilakukan. Kesimpulannya, jangan ambil ringan simtom sakit anda terutamanya kalau ia berterusan lama. Malahan kalau doktor kata ok pun, pastikan siasatan yang secukupnya telah dibuat, dan ada review yang berkala.

Apa pun sahabat kami seorang yang cukup pasrah, terserlah kekuatan beliau yang disaluti dengan keyakinan pada Allah. Alhamdulillah beliau berjaya menjalani pembedahan biarpun ianya berbentuk paliatif, paling kurang dapat melegakan simtom yang dihidapi.

Aku doakan beliau dirahmati Allah dan dimudahkan dari bebanan kesakitan, lebih-lebih lagi dengan amal dan khidmat serta perjuangan beliau dalam masyarakat selama ini

Ride to Cameron Highlands…concurring the fear, building the confidence…

It was my son’s wish initially, and I thought it may not be a bad idea at all, furthermore the Mrs had also whispered to me the previous week, ‘feels like we could go for another ride…’. So I jokingly said we should go for Phuket (bike’s week, our good friend AH is going there), but that would be well beyond our own reach in view of time constraint and all that.

So I casually mentioned our intention in the whatsapp group, hoping that one of those adventerous riders like AKZ or NT will respond. On the day we set out for the RV at Karak BHP there were four of us, plus my Mrs as a pillion. So three Triumph riders and another KZ9 Kawa V600.

AKZ who led the convoy suggested we took the Karak-Sg Koyan route going and coming back via Simpang Pulai. We stopped at Bentong for a laidback breakfast at famous Toki Lemang. Toki is located just along our route to Cameron anyway.

As expected, the two young men sprinted away in no time charging along the twisty terrain of  Karak Highway with style, and subsequently a long series of bends along the inner road leading to Sg Koyan. I stayed behind a bit, and later decided to be the last, letting KZ9 who is a steady and experienced rider to be in front.

Recalling the near-fall experience from the Thailand ride I have since been a freak at corners. Added with the responsibility of keeping the pillion safe, I just employed a ‘safe mode’ whenever tackling corners, slow down as much, and merely do a ‘stage 1’ body positioning! which in a number of instances would not be sufficient without enough motorbike lean, but leaning had caused scare too, since I encountered a few peg-scrapping episodes.

Nonetheless, the Cameron ride turned out to be a thrilling ride experience that had rejuvenated my confidence in handling corners, thanks to the three guys (that, include my son then hehe)….due to the nature of a rather relaxing journey, no pressure to catch up with the big group, each one of us was able to enjoy at our own pace, and by that I meant it wasn’t slow of course, knowing those two enthusiastic young riders. There were ample time to ‘experiment’ with varying style of approaching or exiting corners and hence feel the bike’s reaction to it (I should rather be careful here coz road riding is in no way a time to experiment! what I mean was within the scope of applying a more or less ‘correct’ style, just the extent by which it was applied could differ a bit at different time point…).

The onward journey was a much more lively experience, since the road was clear most of the time and I admitted it was a well maintained road. This in contrast to return journey via Simpang Pulai, though the road was supposed to be better than that of Tapah’s, we were stuck in a long string of traffic congestion, ended up almost two and half hours of 100km ride out to Tapah R&R. That was a bit tiring, though once we were out of the congestion, we started to enjoy the twisty roads again, albeit it started raining a bit.

We had a short high tea session at Boh Tea outlet, and a late lunch/pre-dinner at Tapah R&R.

Once we exited the highway, I sprinted fast ahead of everyone and we arrived home just before 7pm. That’s a 11 hours of outing (we started 8am) thank God, everything went well and what a fabulous ride memory.

The Title…just a Test

Today’s note is a short one

Title and recognition is something we as human cherish. When you receive awards or titles from a person or authority, it is a form of recognition of your accomplishment, talent, ability, contribution to society or sacrifice.

However, you may not be the most contributory or accomplished person and yet receive the title, while others who could be more deserving, don’t. Well, this is the rule of this world, since you are a human and the one awarding the titles also human, who don’t see everything.

Therefore the worldly title is temporary and will perish. Another thing, a person who has been given awards or title by people, may not necessary be awarded by God, or a sign that God is pleased with him. On the other hand, this worldly title could be a test for that person, if he does not use it in the right way, it could actually be a curse for him.

Whatever we have in this world, titles, grades, degrees, wealth etc will perish, whatever with God will remain. It is only what we GIVE to God on in His Way that will last and be of value in the very long ‘future’.

Better late than never OR Never late is better?

At last I found someone who wrote about this illness, hey its called TARDINESS? and there is such term as CLIPS: Chronically Late Insane People, aw…that’s a shame. But let’s admit it. No, no, I am not always late. But sometimes, there is this urge that well, I could be a bit late, it should be alright. So, let’s kill it forever, well, it won’t be easy.

As a start, trash out that phrase ‘better late than never’, seriously, instead insist on ‘never late is better!’ of course in real life, you could hardly expect ‘always’ or ‘never’ perfectly.

This is the link to the BBC article:

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Drama Monday blues dengan kelipan warna MERAH, BIRU, KUNING DAN HIJAU

Awal pagi lagi saya mengenakan baju MERAH dan bersiap menghantar anak dengan motor BIRU ke sekolah. Anak yg berseragam BIRU kena datang tahfiz seawal 7 pagi, macam biasa kalau tak anak, bapak, ada aja sebab nak terlewat ke sekolah…di pagi Monday blues pulak tu.
Selesai menghantar anak terus meluncur ke MRR2 menuju tempat kerja. Perjalanan di pagi hari selalunya memang cukup hectic walaupun dengan motosikal tak begitu sukar untuk sampai on time. Mencelah barisan kereta, bas dan lori sambil pulas throttle sekali sekala, huh macam mat rempit pulak terasa.
Sampai di perkarangan tempat kerja, di roundabout, macam biasa stuck lama sebab kenderaan berlumba-lumba nak masuk lebih-lebih lagi bila dah lewat dinihari ni. Lalu sangkut di belakang Myvi KUNING yang malu-malu nak pusing roundabout…tak pasti mana arahnya…oh staf rupanya keluar roundabout menghala ke Kecemasan, mungkin beliau pemandu yang amat sopan berdisiplin. Alright, sampailah ke perkarangan pintu masuk parkir. Parkir motor masuk melalui lorong sempit kiri, di situ berdiri dua orang hamba Allah, pekerja kontrak gamaknya berbaju HIJAU, muncung alat grasscutter malambai keluar, menyempitkan laluan pulak. Tiba-tiba baru perasan ada sesuatu yang tak kena. Di depanku ada seorang biker sedang berdiri mengimbas kad untuk buka ‘barrier’. Rupanya di depan beliau ada kejadian luar biasa berlaku. Ternampak dua orang awek berseragam BIRU, seorang sedang menolak motor dan seorang lagi berdiri di sebelah nampak blurr. Tapi mereka berdua menyongsang arah! Laluan parkir ini sehala (one way), dan awek baju BIRU ni dah tersalah arah. Apa pun dapat ku rasa awek berdua ni sedang menghadapi krisis. Ok, hero datang. Sedang aku terhegeh-hegeh nak menongkat motor yang berat besi tu, berlari makhluk baju HIJAU tadi ke arah wanita tersebut. Palang dah terbuka dan biker didepanku dah bersedia nak bergerak, tapi beliau tidak boleh bergerak sebab ada halangan di laluan oleh dua orang wanita tersebut. Aku melangkah pantas cuba menghulur bantuan.
‘Nak keluar atau masuk nih?’ Tanyaku pantas. Dengan tersipu-sipu penunggang tersebut menjawab, ‘Eh, saya nak keluar…tapi tak biasa…salah laluan ni’. Oh baru kusedar apa berlaku. Si mamat baju HIJAU telah menjalankan tugasnya terus menyambar motor tersebut untuk ditolak keluar…oh motor ada clutch rupanya, kena ‘neutral’ kan gear dulu. Aku tolong menolak motor keluar, di hujung laluan – terhalang oleh motor biker yang bersedia nak masuk, dan beliau tak boleh berundur kerana di belakang beliau ada motor milikku yang di parkir…jagi kami melencong keluar, lalu ku angkat ekor motor untuk meluruskan dan dapat ditolak keluar. Kedua wanita baju BIRU kini siap untuk menunggang semula.

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Belum cukup berpuas hati, aku menoleh ke arah mereka…hmmm nampak macam tak biasa bawak motor nih…dahla motor clutch…tapi apakan daya aku terpaksa meluncur turun dengan motor sebab di belakang dah ada drama barisan motor-motor yang menunggu dengan resah disebabkan kelewatan sebab krisis awek baju BIRU tersebut.
Cepat-cepat aku parking motor di ruang parkir kereta yang diperuntukkan khas buatku. Ini ruang individu, dan kami terpaksa bayar setiap bulan, mulai tahun lepas RM100 pada hospital. Ada yang kata sedekah, ada yang kata ini cara kita menyumbang balik kepada universiti…apa2 pun harapnya wang bayaran itu sampai untuk tujuan-tujuan baiklah.
Aku berjalan keluar, sengaja melalui lorong pejalan kaki menuju keluar. Tepat seperti dugaanku, wanita berbaju BIRU tersebut masih tercegat di depan gate macam tak tahu apa nak buat. Mesti masalah tak tahu bawa motor clutch nih…kelihatan seorang Pak Guard datang menghampiri beliau dan mengajar macamana nak ‘neutral’ kan gear dengan clutch dan hidupkan enjin motor semula. Huh, rupanya setiap kali aku terlepas peluang membantu…sempat sampai dan senyum pada Pak Guard…’dah okay kan’….dengan kelihatan gayat penunggang wanita baju BIRU mula bergerak cuba mengimbang motor meninggalkan perkarangan hospital. Aku melambai memberi isyarat pada kerata yang datang dari arah bertentangan untuk perlahankan kenderaan, beri laluan pada motorsikal tersebut. Awek berdua hilang dari pandangan, mudah-mudahan dipermudahkan urusan mereka, Amiin.

Pengajarannya, kita semua tak kira MERAH, BIRU, HIJAU, KUNING hidup sebagai anggota masyarakat, ayuh saling bekerjasama.

Bawa motor ber clutch perlukan pengalaman dan kemahiran asas, kalau dah biasa menunggang motor dan bersedia ‘adjust’ stail menunggang dengan mengendali clutch, tak susah sangat, first time pon boleh jalan dah. Tapi kalau first time lebih sesuai untuk cuba-cuba atau setakat bersantai. Kalau ada keperluan mendesak janganlah menyusahkan diri cuba sesuatu yang baru, dibimbangi jadi masalah pulak sebab tak biasa mengawal motor ber clutch seperti kes ini.

Peluang membantu atau mengubah keadaan mungkin datang sekali saja, kalau kita teragak-agak ambil tindakan mungkin akan melepas peluang…perlu berfikir pantas dan analisa suasana…tak salah sentiasa bertanya

Jangan marah kalau ada orang buat silap, mungkin memang tak sengaja, tak tahu jahil ke…beri maaf lebih utama, kalau dapat bantu lagi baik, mungkin mereka memang ada urusan yang kritikal kita pun tak tahu…dah tengah kalut begitu memang tiada masa nak bertanya

Sekian coretan Monday blues hari ini…

A gentle cornering lesson at Klawang and savoury brunch with satay tulang

It’s been a long time since I last joined this bunch of lovely people from the Triumph Ratpack group. Mostly due to time constraint and other issues. This morning I had a bit of free time and decided to be in their company to enjoy the twisty roads of Klawang.

I posted a late message to the group last night “I hope to join. But not sure if I will take the Bonnie or Street (Triple)…since two of the members joining are Street riders😊….hmmm but the Street could be met with higher expectation though…what a dilemma. Whatever it is see you guys in the morning”

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This is a dilemma I face whenever both bikes are available for the ride… Yeah usually the son follows me for the ride and he will take the Street and I am left with the Bonnie. Knowing most of the Ratpack who join the morning ride will be on their classic bikes, I should have taken my Bonnie. However it so happened the Street was just out of the garage after warded for three months….so its about time to give it a good test. Furthermore I found my skill of handling the naked bike has deteriorated these days since I have not been riding it much, it almost become the boy’s transport till the accident happened.

I fitted the tailbag (alas I still have my fron tank bag but could not use it as one of the locking harness was lost during the incident or repair). The tailbag is useful to keep some light stuff and if I decide to bring home goodies for the family. I do not need the rain jacket as I was wearing the full suit leather, which is waterproof.

During the night I was awake a few times and heard the sound of heavy rain….means there may be a possibility the ride may be cancelled. I had experience riding to Klawang with some other young guys before who were obsessed with weather, they will abort the Klawang mission when it start to drizzle or even when heavy cloud sighted on the horizon.

But Yus the leader of the gang this morning was very determined. He posted at 7am that he will keep his intention of meeting us at the rendezvous (RV) point despite the uncertain weather. As I got out of the house I could sense the road a bit wet and the weather did look a bit gloomy. Not deterred by the outlook I began the ride. It took me around 15minutes to arrive at the RV point, Hulu Langat Shell station. I was welcomed by Yus and the rest of the gang.

The list of riders were
1) Yusseri
2) Raja
3) Alvin
4) NormD
5) Ikwan
6) Alphy
7)Cheng
8. Hj Megat Street Triple R
9. Eddy
10. Mustafa
And myself of course

Yus confirmed that they were proceeding regardless of weather. So we began rubbing tyres on the rather wet road…at one point we ran over a puddle…yet no sign of giving up by these guys. I was a bit hesitated and tried to keep at low speed, keeping just within the group led by Raja on his Thruxton R. Raja stopped at the junction of Klawang road just to gather everyone again.

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I had done this Klawang ride 3 times before but usually I would not ride fast. The first and second time with the MyIkram Bikers, and on the first ride I had an overshoot, they guys were quick to notice and ensured that I was ok. Since then I knew what Klawang is made of, and despite the high enthusiasm, I usually choose to ride at a slower pace. On the second and third rides I took the Bonneville, it felt easier to handle and gave me more confidence, though I still did not go at high speed.

I noticed from the start the group tended to split to two…the faster riders 4-5 of them and the rest. After the short stop it took me a while before rolling the tyres then I noticed the faster group have disappeared from view. I kept my pace a bit faster but not too much on view of the not so crispy dry road. Then there were a large group of Ducati riders who went at speed, I was overtaken by them one after another…aah let them. At some point I tried to stay behind them, copying their moves and body lean but it proved too stressful. That’s it I have to admit I am not a sportsbike rider haha…so I should forgive myself for riding at a shameful pace…be it as long as I enjoy the ride and be safe.

Luckily somewhere halfway the faster riders had stopped on the roadside awaiting. So I stopped my bike awaiting the rest. Yus arrived and said we were about 30km to the destination, restoran Satay Tulang Durich Jelebu

We continued the journey again the same ride pattern with seemingly more of the riders in the faster group so I followed suit. Hmmm comparing to the Bonnie (I rode it last time on my Klawang ride) the Street Triple is fun with its smooth 3 inline though a bit stressful as I have to give it more bodily push at corners….unlike the Bonnie in which it felt more natural and less leaning, while its higher torque makes it quicker to.come out of corner…maybe I am too old to make full use of the Street features I supposed.

But the Street is great with its humming sound and strong pace on the straight, leaning and turning it feels like one so solid….unlike the Bonnie that occasionally stutter badly when pushed hard. So in short I enjoyed the ‘gentle’ cornering lesson on my Street what more in the company of these awesome crowd.

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We arrived at the Satay Tulang Durich Jelebu around 9.30am. The owner, Rizuan welcome us and said he was ready to serve the brunch. Yus ordered satay – tulang, kambing, ayam & daging. He also served us nasi lemak. Rizuan said he opened the restaurant specifically at Yus request…wow…and his own version of satay tulang has gained popularity that he regularly received many orders for delivery. He usually opens in the evening and serves nasi ayam and satay, though he can also prepare other variety of dishes including rendang, lemang, lontong etc. The satay was delicious and I ordered to take away.

I must admit that I do not know most of these guys yet they were easygoing. I knew Mustafa of course he came to my house 2 years ago, and Ikhwan whom I bought the Zard from. Yus shared his experience riding the Tiger Xc which I was interested in, and a brief discussion took place of the ‘low’ version Tiger XC which they think FB does stock them, while Eddy recalled his hiccup with the Ducati, now he has his passion on the Thruxton and he looked cool riding without wearing jacket, just like a real gentleman!…Cheng is a quiet yet capable guy who handled his Bonnie competently, at the end of the stint we were riding close to each other till exited the Lekas highway, and shortly after he disappeared in the thick of traffic – he said he was heading for KLCC. Raja I knew from a conversation at the FB showroom a while ago, a guy who owns five bikes if I could recall correctly, and has gathered the dust from many countries with his bikes. Haji Megat is an amazingly humble Street Triple R rider, perhaps the only rider who did not overtake me at any moment, hmm at least I learn that you do not have to be riding the naked machine very aggressively sometimes…Alphy is a humble and composed rider, he rides the Tiger XRX, knows the road well and seems to handle his machine very confidently, just by the look of him I guess he has ridden many long destinations. Norman is the rider who sat beside me at the restaurant, he was trying to persuade me to prescribe him a tranquilizer.

 

I learned that most of these guys do own more than one bike. What I really enjoy about the classic community, they are a mixed kind of riders, many are mature people with varying degrees of experience in riding, but they do have passions with their classic bikes – they are casual, fun seeking and sociable. Most of them take their classic bikes for short rides (some exception like Raja and Mustafa who do take their classics for long journey alternating with the adventure touring bikes that they also own) and not many that I know sue their classics for commuting to work (like what I do).

Thank God everyone made it home safely. During our brunch Yusseri informed us there was one of the bikers belonged to other group earlier on who overshot and ended up on the bushes. That sounded scary, so we were right to be more cautious.

What a lovely morning to spend in the company of these awesome Ratpack riders