To Kranji, 77 km. Another weekend with the Bike-Aiders. I feel like sleeping, but that only brings pleasure for another hour or so. What shall I do after that? Instead of hitting the sack, I hit the road. I alternate between charging uphill and waiting in the shade. A trailer pulls past me, pulling a few other riders in the slip stream. That's when we really spin. We reach Kranji and Lim Chu Kang, which are unlike their usual rural self; traffic is so heavy, it comes to a standstill. Long lines of cars line the roadside as people make their way to the graveside to sweep the tombs.
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