Cycling is like life. Cycling with no goal is meaningless. What meaning is there cycling in circles? Or living aimlessly? Meaning comes from direction and destination. Join me in my life's journey on a mountain bike :)

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Sunday, October 28, 2012


Oct distance: 151 km

Woodlands, 51 km. He's on a full suspension bicycle. I'm on a rigid. He's got platform pedals and thick-soled shoes. I'm with clipless pedals and cycling shoes. He's got tyres fatter than my 2 inch ones. And he's going faster than me!?

At a junction, a couple on a tandem bicycle run a red light. I stop pedaling to avoid collision, then crank it up. They've got a pannier bag; I suppose they're back from a tour. They're going at 35 km/h. Uphill. They pull further and further away as we head downhill. I never catch up with them.

I'd not have believed these until I see them with my own eyes. Seeing is believing, but then, there's none so blind that will not see.

If you believe, you might be disappointed. But if you don't believe, you won't do. And if you don't do, nothing happens. Except disappointment.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Acceptance without explanation

Sembawang, 49 km. My crank does what it's designed to do: crank. It also creaks, which sounds like trouble. I'm told the bearings are on their way out. A few km later, the creak goes away. Why? Do the bearings warm up then bear up to the pressure? Whatever the explanation is, the sound goes away. I know it'll come back. And, it'll go away.

Good things come in life. And they'll go away eventually, some sooner, some later. Bad things come in life. I know some will go away. Or, at least, the memory will fade away. Accept the good. Accept the bad. No exceptions.

Sunday, October 07, 2012

Down memory lane

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Punggol, 51 km. I return to cycle along my ultra marathon bicycle patrol route, which was two weekends ago. Along the way, I go further back in time, when, across the road, someone shouts "hey!"

 Two cyclists, members of the now-but-a-memory "Fellowship of the Spins". Starting in 2003, we used to cycle in Singapore and Malaysia. They met on bicycles, fell in love and got married. Still cycling together.

 Good things happen when cycling.